<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">If she had expected her announcement to horrify the Council, she would be disappointed.  The Lord Seneschal went so far as to audibly sigh in relief.  "My Queen, that is a wise move indeed."<br/>
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Cameron flashed a very brief smile before bowing towards Kyrion.  "I thank you for the compliment, Lord Kyrion.  And I thank thee, my Queen," he added, deepening the bow and swiveling towards Gwen, "for the honor.  I will do my utmost to be worthy of it."  With a small flourish, he strode to his seat -- to the right of the throne-like chair reserved for the Queen at the table.  "I do beg pardon from the Sirs and Lords," he said, looking around the table, "if I ask a fair few questions for which the answers are obvious to you -- I fear that news traveled very slowly to Runasia, and there are some subjects for which I am woefully out of date."<br/>
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"We'll see that you're well brief, Sir Cameron," Sir Donovan replied, glad now that he'd not assigned Cameron anywhere -- and completely unsurprised at the man's appointment.  "You may not be aware then that in addition to serving as Her Majesty's Knight Commander, I have been attempting to wear also the mantle of Hand to the Queen -- I gladly turn those duties over to one so experienced as you."<br/>
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Cameron smiled again, but his eyes were on Gwen.  She seemed -- not right, somehow.  He couldn't put his finger on it, exactly.  "Will we be dining over the discussion, or has that changed since last I sat in the council chamber?"  He'd like to get some food into Gwen.</span></span>