Maurice
"Yes. As far as I'm aware the individual who has stated to have discovered something of interest is finishing up in the library as we speak. He should be here shortly." Alyus returned a nod to the Iron King, and offered a second as Princess Zahavi approached. "I believe he's actually a Findaran scholar, if my memory serves me." Alyus returned his gaze to the book in his hands, but his expression softened ever so slightly. Frowning his eyebrows for so long had quite honestly given the king a very minor headache. If not that, than the stress had caused it. Regardless, Alyus was as anxious to hear what the scholar had found as Astalios and Alithia.

If the warning proved to be true, their lives depended on it.
Laura
A few more moments had passed when the already ajar doors to the great hall creaked open a few more feet. In walked a heavy set orange dragonborn man stepped in, his robes clearly that of the Order of the Mage Hands, blue and white in color. There were scrolls peeking out from his belt, books stacked in his scaled hands, one of his curled horns chipped at the end. On his round face sat a pair of amusingly small glasses. Quickly his eyes darted to the three royals towards the other end of the table, and with a slight jerk he began making his way towards them. *"Your majesties and highness-!"*

After a few seconds, the dragonborn finally arrived at the end of the table. Taking a quick moment to catch his breath, he cleared the area in front of the three royals to make way for his findings. After setting everything down, he quickly gave a bow and introduced himself. *"-Draanxendrush Flintjaw Vankak, though I prefer Professor Draan if that is acceptable."* Standing up straight once more, the portly dragonborn adjusted the belt around his waist and fixed his slightly crooked glasses atop his snout. Looking over the scrolls and books he brought with him, the first thing Draan reached for was a map of Gantrick, as well as a few scrolls dating back to The Great Dying.

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*"Myself and my team decided to take an approach to this with The Great Dying in mind. I myself was not in Thyseer when you all heard the unknown voice speak to you, but I can't imagine I was the only one to think of dragons upon hearing 'the great terrors will return', and my colleagues agreed."* Eyeing each ruler to gauge how they felt about his statement, Draan continued. *"With the dragons in mind, our research began just after they came into existence. I imagine I don't need to brush any of you up on their history, but if you need it that should contain everything you need to know."* Draan pointed to a book, *'A History of The Great Dying: Azmondious's Fall'*. *"Now, the Xuldraydis's armies had various outposts, camps and bastions scattered across kingdom's under his empire; Gantrick and Lazaroth being the prime examples." Draan pointed to the map a few times, offering examples of where these outposts were known to be located.

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*"I nor my team have had a chance to investigate these outposts directly, but it is known that most were cleared out during the war. No known anomalies or strange magical occurrences were noted during that time."* Draan stood up straight, crossing his arms across his chest and scratching his chin. *"There is, however, an outlier."* Reaching out, the dragonborn tapped on a large island to the north of Carnifex named Myrskeer. *"This was the largest of Gantrick's dragon outposts, and yet there is no information on it anywhere. We have scoured every book, every scroll, every cranny in the library here but we've found nothing. There are only mentioning's of it in other documents."* Draan looked to Astalios, then Alyus, then Alithia, his eyes filled with curiosity.

*"It's my belief that the information about Myrskeer was purposefully hidden or destroyed, which if my hunch is correct on the 'great terrors' being dragons, this may be your best lead."* Realizing he had become a bit too informal, Draan bowed his head in apology and grew silent, allowing the rulers before him to mull over the information.
William
*The presence of the princess gave him some room for thought. She was almost painful to look at, even when exchanging dutiful nods or glances in an official capacity. He returned her polite gesture with a nod of his own - but he could not help a pang of loss shooting through him every time they met. She looked too much like her brother for him not to be reminded of the way fortunes had turned for the Findaran royal family after his death. Their father sick in bed, his heir dead, and the new successor this woman pulled from her scholarly duties to assume a more political role. 

Duty extended to much more than friendship when it came to Findara. Their crown prince had given his life supporting Alynthi in a war far outside their own borders, and that bound them by blood more securely than any marriage pact in his estimation. What ally witnessed such a selfless action and then abandoned them in a time of need? She need have only asked for a favor, and it was hers. A melancholy cast to his face began to seep in slowly around the edges before Alyus spoke, and he returned to the present day.*

"Good." *He nodded in appreciation.* "The sooner the better." *What the lead might be, he had no idea, but there was so little to go on at the moment that anything would be welcome. The researchers had been given carte blanche to attack the problem from whatever angle they thought was best, and with Findara's noted magical tradition, there was good reason to believe this scholar was well acquainted with the intimacies of the arcane arts.

When the dragonborn made his way through the doors and popped into the room, Astalios gave him a once-over, then listened to what he had to say. Thinking of dragons seemed plausible enough - one angle for the issue at hand, at least. Terrors had indeed been visited upon the people of Lucidien by the dragons of old, and if they were to return, a calamity would be the result. War on a scale he had never seen.*

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***War, his mind whispered to him. On a scale he had never seen.**

Forcing the thought from his mind, Astalios leaned over the table to examine the map, noting the locations of the outposts. Most controlled rivers or passes, as one would want a fortress or camp to do. The island controlled no major waterways - with the ice encroaching every winter, ships had many difficulties reaching it. It was remote, in every sense of the word. The documentation surrounding it being destroyed could simply have been an attempt to cover up atrocities committed on the island during the era, but it was by no means not worth investigation.*

"You have identified a good angle from which to approach the problem, professor." *He murmured as his eyes roved over the map of the island. Hs raised his head to glance back at Alyus before straightening back up.* "I thank you and your team for the work done thus far in gathering information, and His Majesty for being forthcoming in providing it."

"With His Majesty's permission, and Her Highness's approval, a group should be sent to investigate. At least one of the researchers from your team, two to three rangers from Gantrick who know the area well, pack animals, a mage or two. In the interest of celerity, I believe flight might be the best mode of transportation - the terrain is difficult to traverse, and I do not know of any wayshrines nearer to the island than here in Carnifex."