[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=b8860b][b]Location:[/b][/color] Qasr El Nil Barracks (Officer's Club) [/center][hr][hr]

	As much as Reginald liked social gatherings, and he did, there was always the lightly disappointing moment where the festivities began to wind down. Most everyone had taken some variety of trauma this evening, and most of them did not have decades of combat and life experience to steady their nerves against the looming unknown. The Lord Major had all this, plus the added benefit of being mildly pickled at the time. But only mildly. Nevertheless, it was understandable, if a hair disheartening, that these good people were heading out. The very least he could do, as casually suggested by Aziza and his nephew both, was to provide escort of some kind. 

	[color=b8860b]"Hmm, yes quite. Capital notion, that. Miss Tarek, as you seem to already have a capable guardian this evening, the absolute least I can do is to offer my personal car and driver to see you safely back to your places of residence. Perhaps a man to ensure the security of your domicile prior to your entry as well, considering your brush with ruffians earlier? Cairo is my city, madame, such as it could possibly be for any Englishman; at any rate I should not want a good friend (or a new one, Sergeant Walsh) to come to misadventure. Especially not after the forming of our Fellowship this evening."[/color] 

	Fellowship. He liked that word to describe their eclectic group of mostly foreign adventurers set together to unravel the mystery of that Ring they had all been dreaming of; that Ring (or persons attached to it) that they were meant to seek somewhere within the boundaries of Cairo, either Old or New. 

	[color=b8860b]"Yes, yes... I rather like the sound of that. The Fellowship of the Ring. Smashing name for our group. I suppose someone will have to write about this in the foreseeable future. At the very least, if all goes awfully and I survive this, I shall have to call us [i]something[/i] in my memoirs. Hmm..."[/color]