[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Deeper%20Than%20The%20Sands:%20Chapter%20One&name=prinp___.ttf&size=30&style_color=f7976a[/img][hr][img]http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6080/6100219663_efbb8b62e5.jpg[/img][hr][@Pundii] [@Morose] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore] [@Sigil] [@ONL][hr][/center][hr]

	What a wondrous evening it seems to be shaping up to being. The sky is clear with just a few wisps of thin clouds rolling over slowly. There is gentle breeze blowing over the city and the days heat is starting to subside slowly as the sun begins to descend along the western horizon. The time is closing in on six in the evening and many are now off work, while others are headed in. The streets are becoming crowded as some rush home, some rush elsewhere. The bustling city is alive with the Pyramids of Giza hovering over its metropolis area. 

	[@Morose] [@FantasyChic] [@ONL] - The lush and lavish neighborhood of Garden City is bustling with the wealthy. Mothers pushing strollers, men taking an evening constitutional; the Beverly Hills of Cairo. Outside the Grand Continental it isn't much different, tourists and long term residents of the hotel are buzzing around. There are many places to grab a bite to eat in the city. Street vendors and the like push carts and stand on corners trying to get you to purchase their fare. Now, there is [url=https://fromdowntowncairowithlove.files.wordpress.com/2014/12/fishawy.jpg]Al Fishawi'[/url] over in Khan El-Kalili Bazar over in El Ataba El Khadra in E10 - It has been open since 1773 (And OOC, is still open in 2016) It is a lively little place, reasonably priced, a lot of atmosphere and one of the more liberal establishments in the city. Mostly a shisha bar that serves tea it does have food and it is raved about by both locals and tourists. 

[hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Vera%20Munn&name=DXTA_TRIAL.ttf&size=100&style_color=f7976a[/img]
[img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/ff0ab99f7d10816a0c7f00a56e76f551/tumblr_nz4nm07JrB1uipku9o1_250.gif[/img][hr][b][i][color=f7976a]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Egyptian Museum[/center][hr]
	
	Letting out a slow sigh Vera continued on her way. It wasn't long before her nose was buried right back into the same book as before, picking up where she left off. A quiet [color=f7976a]"Hrm,"[/color] leaving her lips from time to time as her shoes clicked across the marble floor. Then suddenly the book that was once in her hands was no longer there. Stopping and looking up suddenly she looked around only to have her eyes fall on the most annoying beastly American she had ever had the displeasure of becoming acquainted with. [color=f7976a]"Don't bother Mr. Drake, I seriously doubt there are enough pictures in the book for your taste,"[/color] she said as she reached over and snatched the book out of his paws. 

	Huffing a bit as she closed the book and placed it in the stack she was carrying, the curls of her bangs blowing out of her face. [color=f7976a]"But if you must know it is Ancient Egypt, compilation of archeological finds of more recent history,"[/color] she went ahead and explained, knowing he didn't give two camel's humps about anything archeological other than what the final pay out would be in the end. [color=f7976a]"It wouldn't interest you, all these excavations are complete and those that discovered them have already been paid."[/color]

	Brushing passed him, she tripped over the tip of his shoe and barely caught herself before she spilled out on the floor. Looking around like a cat who had just stumbled to see if anyone, anyone of importance, had seen her before stepping into her office and placing the books down on her desk. Picking up a stack of papers she turned and shoved them into William's chest. [color=f7976a]"What you requested,"[/color] she said in a snide voice before turning away as the phone rang. It was what he had asked for but there was a catch. She had merely found the books and articles on the general topic. What he wanted was there but he would actually have to read them to find anything. 

	[color=f7976a]"Yes, this is Lady Munn. No! No, I most certainly did not go to your dig site. What on Earth would make you think I was anywhere near there? What do you mean part of the dig site collapsed?"[/color] she gasped and slowly her eyes widened as she turned gradually to look directly at William, her eyes narrowing as her foot began to tap. [color=f7976a]"But I believe I have a very good idea who did, I will get back to you,"[/color] she said before slamming the phone down. 

	[color=f7976a]"Mr. Drake!!!"[/color]
	 
[hr][center][IMG]http://fontmeme.com/freefonts/img.php?f=1479&s=100&t=Aziza%20Tarek&c=a187be[/IMG][img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/1b617e2b-de2e-4952-bd44-410f7b633b8c.jpg[/img][hr][b][i][color=a187be]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Alf Leyla Salah at Opera Square[/center][hr]
	
	The bartender slipped over a thin tumbler of water for Aziza and smiled at her, leaning against the top as he tried to strike up a conversation. Aziza brought the glass to her lips and took a long drink as he spoke but she truly wasn't listening. It was his usual babble and she was sure she had heard every line he had spouted off more than once. Smiling cordially as she lowered the glass she was glad to hear a non-abrasive friendly voice float to her ears. Turning in her seat slightly as Henry pulled up a seat next to her. 
	
	[color=a187be]"That would be a sight to see,"[/color] she giggled lightly as the bar tender fixed the whiskeys for him and set them down on the bar before grumbling under his break in Egyptian Arabic. Sighing a little Aziza shook her head but felt it was better to keep her tongue bitten at that time instead of feeding the scarab. Seeing Lauren she rose her hand and waved towards her a bit in hello before looking back at Henry as she propped her elbow up on the bartop. 

	[color=a187be]"So, tell me. How did you writing go today? I hope well, you are here a bit later in the evening than usual,"[/color] she asked, interested in what he had been able to write as of the last time they had spoken. It seemed fascinating to her. Not the war but that someone would want to come back to revisit certain sites and relive it again. Hearing it from his point of view was intriguing. 

	[color=a187be]"Or have your grown tired of my dance?"[/color] she asked with a small smile growing on her lips. She wasn't seriously about the question. One she was fairly certain that he would not come back if he was bored and two she knew that she was a decent entertainer in her mind. She thought well of her skills, not so much as to be boastful of them but a gentle confidence.