Campanella strides through thesanctumAthenaeum, hauling off dust sheets and searching for chairs. Light filters in through the high windows, diffusing into dancing motes in the gloom.
He pauses in his work to dust a glass doored cupboard - there sits the grimoire he showed off to the Consilium.
He stopped to stare at a glass dome in which sat a curious looking hive. Taking some gloves from a pocket, he lifts the dome and ignoring the startled buzz, collects four measures of Tass in the form of a sticky honeycomb substance. When he replaces the dome he makes sure it is locked in place.
The honeycomb is laid out on a tray placed on a small table close by.
Satisfied, he adjusts his tie and prepares to wait.
The Mysterium gathers - he has sent word. A note here in the Circle. A carefully curated pamphlet, cheap and crude enough to pass as a student daubing, for the streets.
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