[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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	Stepping away from the scene of the unfortunate tumble, the Lord Major followed Vera back to her desk, careful to keep his hands low in case of the likely event of sudden book droppage or his semiadoptive niece accidentally tripping over a low, invisible obstacle. He knew what to expect from the irreplaceable Vera Munn, and especially after that kind of a spill, he was on his guard. Incidents like this, it is said, come in threes. 

	[color=b8860b]"Well I do say, Lady Munn, it sounds like this [i]Bastet[/i] totty throws quite the event! I daresay the lads and myself (decades hence, mind you) would have behaved most ungentlemanly at one of those galas. Rather a fitting thing now that I am almost to venerable to properly partake of said festivities. Befuddles one's sense of resolve, you know."[/color]

	Reginald spoke in a boisterous manner, as he always did. The part of a doddering old man had two interesting effects on people: They tended to underestimate the old guy, and it afforded him opportunities to observe. This occasion had him observing the faintest rose color creeping onto Vera's face as she discussed the goings on of these Bastet parties, but only when her eyes met Mr. Drake's, across the room. Curious, that. 

	In an effort to avoid embarrassment on her part, he continued his (almost) monologue, answering her question about his udjat dreams. [color=b8860b]"That part is really hard to say, my Lady. It had been..."[/color] he paused for a second, looking slightly embarrassed himself, [color=b8860b]"...years, that I can remember. Ever since I came to Cairo. Mayhap even a little more, that I know not why I should think that. Quite the mystery, really."[/color]

	Reginald shook his head, slowly and gravely. [color=b8860b]"Was but until recently my stories from Nod turned painful. Even after my waking; it was why I finally resolved to learn more."[/color]

	A touch of shock crossed the face of the Lord Major. Just in that moment, he realized that he didn't actually share the source of his insight into the symbol. It was William Drake who offered up that he had dreamt of the thing, yet Reginald just tipped his hand that he had, as well. The good news: He might not be crazy. The bad news: He might wish that it were that simple.