[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] Grand Continental Hotel [/center][hr][hr]

	Walsh's comments did not go unnoticed by the overly exuberant Corporal. He strove to maintain his steely gaze forward, unmoving, toward the Lord Major, but his resolve was wavering by the announcement that he had a loose thread on his epaulette. A single bead of sweat formed upon his forehead, and his visage became nervous. Even grave. The Corporal's eyes widened with alarm at the mere thought that his uniform was compromised by an oversight and not a grievous wound suffered on behalf of his Empire. But he would not break, oh no. He would not give in and turn his head to check while in ranks, in front of someone as decorated as the Lord Major. But the knowledge that something could be less than flawless unnerved him utterly. 

	"Lord [b]MAJOR[/b]! The Corporal has [i]failed[/i] Your Majorness, his post, and the British Empire, allowing himself to be caught in public in an un-uniformed condition! The Corporal begs for your forgiveness, sir! As soon as we return, The Corporal will be placing himself on immediate potato skinning duty! For the present, The Corporal requests permission to administer [i]immediate[/i] corporal punishment on the Corporal, Lord [b]MAJOR[/b]!"

	He was as nonsensical as he was deafening. Reginald had no idea how to respond in any way that was reasonable, and relegated himself to shaking his head and moving slowly away. The first few steps he took without turning around, wanting to put a little distance between himself and the sad, loud man before showing his back in his general direction. The Corporal was given his orders, and if nothing else, Reginald could rest assured that the mirror polish non-com would carry them out. To the letter. 

	[color=b8860b]"Ah, Sergeant Walsh, old boy..."[/color] he called after the man, jogging up behind him (and away from his troops in place), [color=b8860b]"I was headed that way myself. This matter concerns you as well. If you have no objections, I should wish to accompany you and your... associate... to recover our people."[/color] Despite referring to Harry as Sergeant, the younger man was no longer in active service. As such, Reginald had no authority to order him to do anything. Not that he had any misgivings about the situation whatsoever; it was actually nice speaking to people as [i]people[/i] and not as military assets. 

	Except for the Corporal. That man had issues.