[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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	A sparkle of recognition could be seen within Reginald's eyes. Not that he actually knew any of these people, but he could recognize when someone was using the King's English in the proper manner of a person of education. The experience of hearing another decorous citizen of the Empire did blunt somewhat the sharp and blatant utterances of their group's first speaker. [color=b8860b]"Yes, quite. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, of course. But do tell me, is that [i]Lady[/i] Kingston, or is your family simply of the respectable, mannered gentry? Not that such statuses are of great importance to me at this moment, I simply should prefer to handle your formal address properly when the situation calls for it."[/color]

	He tilted a small, polite smile in the direction of the other lady in the room. Manners dictated that he give a showing of presence, and indeed the woman did seem familiar somehow, but he felt no need to press the issue enough to ask, even after she gave her name. The same smile and offer of his hand went out to the gentleman accompanying the two women. [color=b8860b]"Scandinavian fellow, eh? Well by all means, visiting dignitaries should have the privilege of describing the lay of their dreamscape first. Come along then, sir. Lady Munn has pen and paper at the ready, and I must admit a growing curiosity, myself."[/color]

	The Lord Major stuck his thumbs into his belt and leaned back a bit. It was like the older man's version of Parade Rest mixed with the military tradition of "voluntelling" someone for a task or activity. Not that he meant it rudely, it was merely a product of his upbringing and experience.