I has been several months since the previous meeting. Many things have changed.
The Athenaum had now rows of mundane, even if somewhat hard to track, books on various topics. The safe held an artifact of major power in a hidden compartment. Persons have arrived and persons have left.
Corn has arranged the seats as usual, in a circular fashion and is dressed in his Mysterium robes. As in every meeting he has held or attended, there is a terrarium with the grubs that emit a soft magical sense. The Grimoire with the rotes of the Order stands on its pedestal and there is a desktop computer, a quite older model, sitting on one of the desks. On the far corner is the metallurgy workshop and the tools. The smell of freshly cooked cinnamon buns and warm coffee is prevalent in the Athenaum.
As before, invitations have been sent with the usual reminder that robes are optional but a good option regardless.
Belle Guru Aurora Crystal Zeromancer