[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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Taking the stone back from Aziza and gently curling his fingers around it, Harry's eyes remained on Aziza up until the moment she disappeared around the screen, before they fell back to the stone in his hand. He ran his thumb over it for a moment, deep in thought over what exactly he was getting himself into with all this. A part of his better judgement insisted he should just return home, not to get involved in whatever was going on, finish his book and return to England. However, another part of him felt as if he needed this, as if he had been missing something, some sort of great excitement in his life since the war, which this might bring back.

Looking over to Lauren as she spoke, he nodded and tucked the rock into his pocket, reaching into his jacket to pull out his handgun as he tapped the side of it with his index finger. [b][color=686F91]"Pretty hard to get it off me nowadays."[/color][/b] He chuckled halfheartedly before turning back to Aziza as she came back, he nodded toward her as she made her suggestion, eyes shifting over to Lauren, as part of him assumed the girl wouldn't leave her friend so easy. Of course that was the case, Lauren would be coming with them as he tucked his weapon back into his jacket where he could easily get it, nodding toward them both and moving toward the back door, ready to go as well.

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[center][h1][color=FFE2AA]William Drake[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=FFE2AA]Location:[/color][/b] Egyptian Museum[/center][hr]

William, as was rather odd for him, remained relatively quiet as he stood and listened to Vera speak and move about her office, genuinely curious to pay attention to whatever information he could gather regarding the topic at hand. That was until it was rather suddenly broken by the commotion elsewhere in the museum. Turning his gaze toward the door, he raised an eyebrow slightly at the sight of the man who moved in, but then raised it much more at the sight of the two women. If there was one thing the treasure hunter appreciated more, or at least as much as the glitter of gold, it was a beautiful woman.

Approaching the woman who spoke toward him, he gave her a classic, winning smile and reached out to gently take her hand. [b][color=FFE2AA]"William Drake, explorer extraordinaire, it's an absolute pleasure, Miss Kingston."[/color][/b] He'd lean down to press the slightest peck to the back of her hand, winking up at her as he'd let go of her hand. Standing up straight again, he glanced between the others, and as he came out of his kind of trance of infatuation, he realized that these people had themselves been experiencing the same sort of dreams, suddenly slipping out of his determined charming, he returned to focus on the matter at hand, his interest piqued, at the very least.