Eolinius sat down again at his desk. In front of him were scattered drafts, notes with diagrams and lucios covering his desk. At a time when embassies were at rest and homins were lounging on lake beaches, he had a little time on his hands to clear his head and return to his first favorite pastime: scientific research. Eolinius quickly consulted his first notebooks, which he had written as a young man, with a smile, taking a sip of his favorite summer drink. He had abandoned the traditional Byrh for Sparàn juice with a few drops of Shooki, which was much more propitious at this time of year.

He took out a brand-new notebook, wrote number three on it and then turned the first page, applying himself to writing the title of his new study: Weapons of the Karavan. Eolinius shrugged, thinking that Kyriann was going to say he'd gone back to his first whims when he was training with the Silan Rangers. But he had long been intrigued by the Karavaners and their strange weapons. He had spent long periods of time in Silan's Karavan enclave, seemingly nonchalantly waiting for someone who never came. Since the Karavaners didn't use their weapons without reason, he had to provoke fate by going unnoticed to pick on the caprynis passing by, then whistle back and get his lucios device ready to catch the Karavaners in the act. He wondered how he hadn't yet been caught spying, especially the day he'd had to hide his lucios device in a giant gingerbread loaf to get close to the Karavan officer. They must have thought he was crazy. Another time, he'd hung his camera from an izam in the embassy to get a view of the whole scene.

He intended to deposit his results in the Federation archives, but was more reserved about contacting The FISHES society. Although it was a Tryker research center, its members had been in the news lately, and not on the best of terms. The engineer Be'Arroy Arty, sent to filter well water in the Fyros hinterland, had been found after more than a decade with the Zorais, along with Emmen O' Banon, who had also disappeared and been found in the jungle working on goo. Or, until recently, the story of Orphie Dradius, contacted just before her strange death in the kitiniere by Be'Laroy Tepsen. It was getting to be a lot. There was also the N'ASA, and Eolinius should perhaps have a word with them, as he sometimes found it amusing to hear other scientists talk about their studies. However, he also remained a little dubious about the follow-up and what became of their results.

Eolinius shrugged once more and began writing his report.