Gawain grinned. "I know that, and you know that. But I'm not sure that my dear brother knows that."
Gareth rolled his eyes. "When you've quite finished insulting me in my presence..." He moved around to the other side of the desk, and randomly sifted through a few papers. "I think it's a brilliant idea." He looked thoughtful. "I must confess, though we have thought about it on occasions, we've never seriously started looking -- have we, Gawain?"
"Have we what?" Gawain was momentarily distracted by the darts again.
"Ever looked for anyone else from, um, the old days."
Gawain threw another dart into the President's picture, before shaking his head.
"I'd like to try, though," Gareth mused. "Be nice to see a few friendly faces." He turned to Guinevere. "Let's start from the beginning, shall we? Any ideas from when you were searching before?"