[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] Egyptian Museum
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	[color=b8860b]"Archaeologist, you say?"[/color] began Reginald, raising an eyebrow yet again at the American stranger, [color=b8860b]"A multitude of persons, coming in many shapes and varying degrees of reputability have flocked to Cairo over the past couple of years claiming to be archaeologists, what with that Tut business."

	"It is to be expected, of course. One pulls a gold-plated coffin from the sands of what was essentially a stop along a trade route to the African Colonies, people bloody notice. Didn't matter if you penned your credentials at the local library, if one had paperwork and financing, they were given opportunity to poke around things of nationally historical significance."[/color] The Lord Major sighed. [color=b8860b]"They likely could have gotten similar access with less running about if they claimed membership in the Fourth Estate, you see, rather than dragging down a scholarly endeavor."[/color]

	The Lord Major shook his head. If there was any good that came of the constant expeditions to Egypt, it was that it led to Vera's presence, and so close to his barracks. It was very good having a friend, particularly one from the motherland, so close by. The fact that her superior education was invaluable on occasions was mere gravy on top of their relationship, as he suspected she felt about his own position of influence. Still, they could perform valuable tasks for each other, friendship aside. Such as her appraisal of his drawing of the Eye from his recurring dream. 

	He listened to Vera's opinion, responding, [color=b8860b]"Bastet? I'm not versed on the subject, but isn't that the cat lady? I..."[/color] Reginald stopped short at her next question. [color=b8860b]"Why, um... Yes, my Lady. Kept burning after I woke from my nap, some half hour ago. There was some drama with a camel spider that demanded my attention, but the discomfort was still present. I took it for the anatomical indulgences of my advancing age."[/color]

	The Lord Major was lost in troubling thought, pondering the implications of whatever Egyptian curse that he really didn't believe in to begin with becoming manifest. Most troubling to him, most of the people that he had heard about dying from a "curse" usually went out in a manner of mysterious circumstances or something truly mundane, not in a way that made people take notice and say, "Wow, now THAT was a masculine way to go." Contemplating the repercussions of such a fate, he did not realize Vera's predicament until she gave out yet another scream for the evening. 

	Reginald ran over and slapped both of his hands upon the ladder. Looking over his shoulder, he called out to Mr. Drake, [color=b8860b]"Come along then, [i]archaeologist[/i], and help me lower Lady Munn! Respectfully, mind you."[/color]