[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Deeper%20Than%20The%20Sands:%20Chapter%20One&name=prinp___.ttf&size=30&style_color=f7976a[/img][hr][img]http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6080/6100219663_efbb8b62e5.jpg[/img][hr][@Pundii] [@Morose] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore] [@Sigil] [@ONL][hr][/center][hr]

	The suns rays are getting longer as the sun lowers against the horizon off in the west. Streams of orange and red are cascading through the streets and it can be nearly blinding if one is to look too long. More and more people are rushing through the streets but it is Friday and the end of the week is the end of the week it seems no matter the era or the location. It is after 6p.m. now and most places such as schools and businesses are closing up now. That is except for the night life establishments, which of course are just getting underway for the long night a head. 

	[@Morose] [@FantasyChic] [@ONL] - The establishment is crowded but honestly, what isn't in Cairo these days? It is not only the hub of Egypt right there on the Nile, but a tourists destination and an archeologist dream. The ancient world meeting the new. A cross roads of worlds. Smoke hangs heavy in the air an the smell of tea and finger foods mingle with it. Food and ea are brought to you as they would be and the resident musicians play their tunes trying to gt the place jumping to some extent and hopefully perhaps garner a few coins from people. It's just a normal evening.

[hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Vera%20Munn&name=DXTA_TRIAL.ttf&size=100&style_color=f7976a[/img]
[img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/ff0ab99f7d10816a0c7f00a56e76f551/tumblr_nz4nm07JrB1uipku9o1_250.gif[/img][hr][b][i][color=f7976a]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Egyptian Museum[/center][hr]

	[color=f7976a]"Hardly, you need to do the work yourself. Robbing sites, causing destruction like that. Have you no respect for the dead? No respect for the centuries, no millenniums worth of history in the places you ran sack? No, you're an American, you wouldn't know the slightest thing about heritage or history,"[/color] she growled as she crossed her arms over her chest. Types like him never sat well with her and the fact she was assigned to him just because she was a woman made her blood boil. The fact he was out in the field and she was stuck in the museum didn't help. 

	She was about to pop off even more towards hi when her [i]uncle[/i] suddenly came bursting through the door. Vera yelped, ducking behind Drake from being startled as her fingers wrapped around his arm and she peaked slowly out from behind his shoulder. Seeing who it was she let out a huff at sent the curls of her bangs fling up and out of her face. 

	[color=f7976a]"Always Uncle Regi but sadly him being [i]him[/i] isn't enough for you to run him through for me, as grateful as I am for the gesture,"[/color] she said as she stepped out from behind Drake and moved away from the man. [color=f7976a]"Though he is an American, that might be enough,"[/color] she said before she stuck her tongue out at Drake with a grumpy look on her features. [color=f7976a]"I was just vocalizing how un-agreeable it was for this beastly cad to cave in a dig site was all."[/color]
	
[hr][center][IMG]http://fontmeme.com/freefonts/img.php?f=1479&s=100&t=Aziza%20Tarek&c=a187be[/IMG][img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/1b617e2b-de2e-4952-bd44-410f7b633b8c.jpg[/img][hr][b][i][color=a187be]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Alf Leyla Salah at Opera Square[/center][hr]	

	[color=a187be]"I cannot imagine how difficult it must be to try to think back on such events but if you should ever wish to talk about it, I am willing to listen. No judgement,"[/color] Aziza said in a sweet voice as she reached over and rested her slender fingers on his arm, giving him a reassuring squeeze. Aziza had been through her own hardships but never a war, never seen someone die in front of her. Yet she did know how it felt to fight for ones own life; granted that was not something she had opened up with to her newest friend or anyone else in the city for that matter other than the Lord Major but that was what happened when you spoke with someone regularly for around seven years. Certain moments just slipped out. 

	[color=a187be]"A man who fought in the war needs to gather courage to come here? I wonder, what could be so fearsome. Surely not the twist of veil,"[/color] she laughed lightly as she pulled her hand back. Aziza picked up her glass and went to take a sip, one she was glad she had not done quite yet when Lauren made her comment about Mr. Walsh asking her out on a date. Her eyes down cast for a moment as she felt her cheek warms. The woman was blunt to stay the least. 

	Glad of the sudden subject change, she lowered her glass and finally looked up. [color=a187be]"Other than working tomorrow evening I had wanted to stop by the Egyptian Museum. There is something I am hoping one of them there can answer a few questions of for me."[/color] Nodding and waiting for Lauren to return as she excused herself she looked over towards and smiled softly even if not a bit embarrassed. 

	[color=a187be]"Please forgive her straightforwardness, I do not believe a thought passes through her head that she doesn't vocalize. I hope it didn't put you at unease,"[/color] she said. She hoped it would not drive him off, she enjoyed their time together. Looking over at Lauren as she returned she shook her head slightly. [color=a187be]"I am fine for now, thank you. Did you have anything you wanted to do tomorrow?"[/color]