[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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Smiling softly toward Aziza, Harry thanked the bartender quietly as his drinks were set down, picking one up and swirling it idly in his hand for a moment before he took a drink. Letting the liquid run down his throat, he savoured the bitterness and the burn as e let out a relaxed sigh, settling in finally as he took another quick drink and set the glass back down, eyes following her gaze over toward Lauren before turning back, not knowing the woman she waved to.

As Aziza asked about his writing, he gave her a semi-forced smile, chuckling softly as he raised his shoulders in a shrug. [b][color=686F91]"Not too terribly, though I just keep finding myself stuck, I never quite know how to explain something or what to really say..."[/color][/b] It was always hard to explain the things he had gone through or that he'd been exposed to. Putting it all into words was not an easy task for the man, and as usual he skirted over anything specific that he'd written about. She was always able to get the stories out of him if she really wanted to, but they were never things he brought up or spoke about of his own volition.

Taking another drink of his whiskey, he chuckled at her last comment and coughed slightly as he swallowed the drink, clearing his throat as he watched her. [b][color=686F91]"Oh, never, i've just been working up the courage to come get another drink from this place."[/color][/b] He chuckled, setting the glass back down as he watched her, an enjoyable tone to his voice as he did indeed enjoy speaking to her.

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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]

Scoffing in a rather amused fashion as she snatched the book back out of his hands, he half-heartedly paid some mind to her explanation of what was in the book. She was right in her assessment, the contents didn't particularly interest him, well, they did, but not to any great degree. In his mind the contents wouldn't lead him to anything new, no great treasures to be uncovered. That was what he cared about, he saw tombs full of gold, jewels and all things rich and, probably cursed.

Following close behind her, he smirked as she pushed the papers into his chest, taking them as he began to look through them, smile falling as he realised all the work that was to go into what she had given to him still. However, realising a way to turn it around on her, he smirked as he looked back up to her. [b][color=FFE2AA]"Left it all unclear so i'd have to spend more time here working it out with you? You could've just asked for the company."[/color][/b] He winked over at her, quite curious to see the reactions she gave him as he stood there, watching as she picked up the phone.

Realising who she was talking to, he struggled to stifle an amused chuckle, but it seemed she had a reasonable idea of who the culprit was despite his relatively failed attempt to remain innocent. As she hung up the phone and scolded him, he shrugged his shoulders, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the Jeweled Scarab. [b][color=FFE2AA]"I saved him time, there was only one thing worth retrieving in there anyway."[/color][/b] He said, shifting it between his fingers as he showed it to her.