[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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Turning his gaze up to Aziza, Harry nodded his head slowly, sighing as he looked down to his hand, reaching up to slowly drag the ring off his finger. [b][color=686F91]"I'm quite alright, I believe..."[/color][/b] He said quietly as he looked over the ring in silence, and then back over the spot where it had sat on his hand. The light had been quite peculiar, not something he could easily explain as he flexed his fingers for a moment or two. Peering back to the ring was when he noticed the hieroglyphics, peering at them closely, unable to read them however.

He slipped his thumb into the ring for a moment, running it over the engravings before turning his gaze back to Aziza as she spoke up with her suggestion. He considered it for a moment or two, turning to Lauren as she spoke up herself. As she made her suggestion, Harry shrugged his shoulders, fiddling with his ring between his thumb and index finger, shrugging his shoulders. [b][color=686F91]"We could go this evening, but it really depends on how comfortable you are going out again, Aziza."[/color][/b] He gave her a nod, content for her to make the decision, simply choosing to serve as the escort.

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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]

While his attention had been dragged away from the actress and back toward more pressing matters, it finally occurred to him - as was then pointed out by Vera, that he and Reginald were clearly not involved in all this, at least not in the same capacity that it appeared the others were. How curious, much as Vera suggested, he assumed that if it were some kind of 'pharaoh's curse' - he would be an easy target for his spelunking, damages and overall lack of respect for the dead, but he had been spared the same fate it appeared the others had, or perhaps not.

[b][color=FFE2AA]"Perhaps it's some protection for you then, and old Reginald and I are just a right bit screwed, hm?"[/color][/b] He glanced over to Reginald, shrugging his shoulders with a chuckle, glancing back toward Vera as she looked over to him. As she brought up the hieroglyphics again, he moved closer, abandoning any particular issue of personal space as he reached out to take a look at them himself, running a finger over them idly as he made a mental note of each, shrugging his shoulders at her question as he glanced back toward Reginald again. [b][color=FFE2AA]"My only assumption would be that there's some other part we must have to play in this, likely something horrible, dangerous and, hopefully, profitable."[/color][/b]