Martin had finished the last of the analyses by the time the steel trunks arrived. He was stiff across the shoulders from hours hunched over the work station, and his eyes were sore from the night’s ponderings of printouts and screen displays. But the data looked pretty complete; the PET scans and NMR data from Azania were producing results that confirmed each other very closely. There just wasn’t enough in the way of an elven sample. Curious of Luther to be squeamish about that at this stage, Martin thought. Especially given what his hunger had demanded he do of late.