<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Kyrion made a rude noise, then waved a hand in apology.  "You are right, your Majesty.  Cameron has been a valued resource for many years -- give him some time to remind the Council of that, and things will likely settle just fine."<br/>
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"Gwen told me that Ty --" Cameron stopped, swallowed, and took a deep breath, "that her father had intended to recall me and make me his Hand.  Do you know..."<br/>
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"Aye," Kyrion agreed softly.  "He had not sent word to Runasia yet because he did not have a suitable replacement, but he was looking.  So was Sir Donovan, at his request."<br/>
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Cameron reached out blindly for Gwen's hand.  "Then he truly was not angered with me?"<br/>
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"Angered?"  Kyrion blinked.  "Good gracious, man.  The only person who missed you more than Ty was Gwen -- but there was no one else he could trust to beat that post into shape without causing a border crisis."</span></span>