[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/dd700e6c7e9fb57894968af8d0798b43/tumblr_inline_mm9857jdgQ1qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr]Location: Egyptian Museum[/center][hr][hr]Little remained for her to accomplish, and with the darkness of night already upon them, Nora bade the Lady Munn farewell. She would return the next day as promised, in order to assist with the tasks that had been required of her. And if her father balked at the lack of an assistant for the day, he could be put out of his rage with a simple, albeit misleading, truth: she would be in the company of a peer of England. Her reliance on honesty would serve her well in this manner. 

Leaving the Lady Munn's office, Nora did not care to walk in the company of Mr. Drake. She went ahead by herself, fiddling slightly with her branded finger as she went, noticing the guards patrolling the halls. It struck her as perhaps curious, yet it was no doubt logical. Tombs were raided all the time--what would stop theft at the Egyptian Museum, if not for the guards? She fancied that they had elaborate treasures stored deep within the vaults, yet she found no value in jewelry and dresses. The superficiality had no merit to it--she found the texts and records to be of much more value. Those were the mysteries worth unraveling. 

As Nora headed for the front door, manned by two guards, one of the guards stopped her where she stood. "Miss, the bell toll," the guard explained, and Nora nodded. She was quite familiar with that sound, and while it would doubtless be more appropriate for her to request an escort, yet she had been quite looking forward to enjoying a leisurely walk home in her thoughts. Had her pet, a Scottish terrier named Spot, been with her, she perhaps would have insisted that he would provide protection enough. 

[color=00ccff]"Very well,"[/color] Nora replied, musing over her options. Safety insisted that she request an escort of some sorts, but truthfully, she knew the guards as well as she knew the prisoner. And the odds that a prisoner, roaming the streets of Cairo, would accost her seemed to be minimal at best. She was hardly helpless as well--her letter opener was in her handbag, and should a confrontation arise, she felt confident she could use it. 

To be or not to be accompanied--that was the question that Nora pondered. Mr. Drake was one such possibility--yet from what she had gleaned of his character, she may be better off asking the prisoner to escort her home. [color=00ccff]"Might a guard be spared for an escort to my rooms in Garden City? I would be much obliged, of course, to provide financial restitution of a modest sum. If it poses any trouble or difficulty, then please do forget I requested such a service. I would not wish to compromise the security of this institution in the slightest."[/color]