[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Bank of the river Nile ---> Egyptian Museum[/center][hr]


[Color=DF0101]"Then I'd rather go now, this is certainly not nor..."[/color]

Haakon had felt pain before in his life, both the kind of pain one just sucks up and keeps quiet about, and the kind where you swear worse than a Norwegian sailor from the north and just want to die. The latter he'd experienced at first hand working in the factory after having nearly had his arm crushed under a large roll of paper, which was also the last time he'd silently prayed to God for help. The first he'd experienced in München, Germany after having been punched right in the face by a national socialist hooligan who found Haakon's presence and questioning rather annoying. Oh yes, Haakon had felt pain. 

But he had never felt like a cow being branded by a glowingly hot iron rod, at least that's what he thought this would feel like. 

Swallowing his words, he tightly grabbed his finger as the pain suddenly reemerged where the branding was. Or had he simply been too shocked by the Ring in the river and had his mind set on the lady also seeing it to have noticed it? Odd, for he thought that he would surely have felt it since he was now biting his teeth together and feeling tears drop down his cheeks. 


[Color=DF0101]"Ouh...what in the name of God is this?"[/color] he managed to mutter before he found himself silently gasping in pain, looking down at the finger. He now noticed the small drops of blood on the ground, which he realized came from his finger and the branding. If he had been frightened before, he was now seriously questioning his health and sanity, this going well beyond any logical explaination that he could think of. Not that he managed to think all that much, the pain was reeling through him now more than before. 

The lady, Miss Kingston she called herself, was already well on her way down the Nile once Haakon realized it. Giving Josephine a quick glance, he did his outmust to not think about the pain - a silly thought taking the sheer pain into account - and push himself into walking after her. And before he knew it, he was following Miss Kingston through the door and into the museum's reception as she was asking someone - anyone - for assistance. 


[Color=DF0101]"...Miss Munn, she might be qualified enough for that, I think. And please, I'm starting to fear that I will tear my finger right off if this continues!"[/color]