Campanella had gotten the word out. The Mysterium had grown, more than trebbled in size in the past few months. Firstly from new arrivals, fresh to the River City Consilium; secondly and perhaps more importantly, he had personally bought an Apostate into the Order - and he counted Aurora quite a coup, given what he knew of her history and long-standing connection to Sacramento.
Now that there was an actual presence in the city, the Dadouchos decided that they should formally gather, learn about one another, and chart a course moving forward.
Campanella waits at the Circle of Creation. He stands in the cloisters next to the octagonal chapter house, dressed in a set of ceremonial robes that lend him the appearance of a university professor sans the iconic mortar board hat. The doors of the chapter house are open wide and there is the flickering glow of candle light from within.