<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron wanted to reach for Gwen's hand -- then realized there was some allowance for his conduct, given he'd known her most of her life.  He leaned towards her chair and clasped his hand on her shoulder.  "My heart grieves with thee," he said, in the ritual expression of sympathy -- a phrase that was so often cliche and unfeeling, but which Cameron knew Gwen would feel the truth of.  He released her shoulder with a little pat before settling back into his chair.  "Tiberius wrote that a team had been established to research it -- have they perished as well?"<br/>
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Donovan cleared his through.  "No, Sir Fitzroy -- but they have not made much progress."<br/>
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"Oh?"  Cameron scratched at his chin thoughtfully.  "I though there was one of the Sakiras on the list -- not one of the elders, but a young one."  At the utter lack of comprehension, Cameron sighed.  "The Sakira family of scholars?  Tiberius always kept them well employed in the Palace and Capitol, because the eldest was damned -- begging your Majesty's pardon -- was quite good at ferreting out information."<br/>
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Kyrion drew out a list and consulted it.  "There is a Samara Sakira listed as employed in the Great Library."<br/>
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"Ah, good!  Yes!  She is likely one of your researchers then, my Queen," Cameron turned to Gwen.  "Your father wrote of a healer of some kind, and a third member he referred to variously as a dancing master, shepherd, and lion tamer -- I do believe that was hyperbole."</span></span>