Campanella smiles faintly as the conversations shifts one final time. He waits a beat for further comments but when nothing further comes forth, he simply exhales and rises.

Now is the time.

"Well then. That will be it, then. For the moment at least. I... ah... I'll leave the keys here then..."

He lays down the keys the to the Athenaeum - new keys for new locks; on a wonderfully large and archaic keyring. One of Campanella's affectations and for years there had been no one to question, or know. He exhales again, heavily, when he puts the keys down; and finds he has to flex his fidgety fingers.

He wants badly to wipe his hands. Instead he slips his hands inside the sleeves which only added further to his monkish mystique.

"Thank you for attending, all of you."

A pause.

"Thank you, Aurora ... For the beer. And everything."

His mouth worked.

"This meeting is at an end. Go in peace."

And the late Master swept towards the door...

Thanks for the scene. It was a nice way to phase Campy out.