Campanella sits within his well appointed apartment home. Outside afternoon gives way to dusk; the sky is a rich deep blue as the River City's lights turn on, one by one, like stars. The impressive balcony has been scrubbed clean in preparation of the warmer days to come. Tonight the Mystogogue has his windows shut and barred against the encroaching night; the weather is still cool and inclement enough to be discouraging.
He has laid out a decent red table wine and a bowl of seasonal fruits. Nothing major. Earlier in the day he went through his daily rituals and once again decided it was time to simply prepare a ritual and spare himself the chore. He'd get around to it... eventually. He's dressed in slacks and shirt, casual ware; no robes: that would happen once the new Mystogogue was introduced to the - empty - Athenaeum.