[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] Qasr El Nil Barracks [/center][hr][hr]
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	It seemed that, beyond the realm of possibility, everything was getting settled for the evening. Reginald heeded the words of the Steward. His guests were billeted and fed, given comfort befitting an officer in the Royal Military. Rather more than some deserved, in his estimation, but it would be vastly outside the realm of gentlemanly behavior to show less favor to some guests than others. No, everyone would have equal privilege under his care, social rank outside of the Barrack's walls notwithstanding. An interesting but quick turn of subject caught his attention; their Lieutenant in charge of office legalities wished an audience concerning some paperwork. Such a thing would generally be better left brought up in the cool light of the morning, but here was the Steward, mentioning it presently. 

	He played it off, being as he was in front of guests. [color=b8860b]"Yes, quite. Well then, schedule a meeting just prior to breakfast to outline the issue, hopefully it shan't take long."[/color] He gave a quiet but intense look to the man, imparting a seriousness that his more flippant words did not. [color=b8860b]"But in the meantime, is my evening Tea ready?"[/color] 

	"Of course, Lord Major." It was pleasant to not hear his title shouted in his face. 

	[color=b8860b]"Excellent. Then I shall see you on the morrow, my good man."[/color] Reginald tipped his cap to anyone left in the common area, bidding them a pleasant evening, before retiring to his own rooms. He treated himself to a rich, firm plum from a crystal bowl of them, and sat down to a lovely, warming cup of chamomile. His evening's rest would be shorter than he'd prefer, and the next day would likewise be longer than he'd wish. He must remember to schedule a bit of naptime in the afternoons, that being the case, and a small pot of some of that strong Arabica bean preparation the locals were so fond of, despite the Lord Major's surety that it would likely prove disastrous to his innards with prolonged usage. But for now he had his sword, sidearm, guards, and a fully functioning military base to provide decent security. 

	He locked his door all the same. 

	Reginald quickly found himself in a respectable cap and nightshirt, windows tightly shuttered against the cool breeze coming from the Nile (which looked particularly lovely this evening). He finished his warming drink and settled into his most comfortable bed. The day could have gone worse. It was bad, but life could be treating him much worse, here in his autumn years. Those problems he could fix tomorrow. The Lord Major would help his friends and family, ensuring their safety as best he was able, and maybe even help to solve a rather interesting bit of intrigue that troubled them all. 

	But now... 

	Sleep.