[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Qasr El Nil Barracks[/center][hr]

Thoughts; thoughts bouncing back and forth inside his mind, clear pictures of actions and readable words floating through his head covered Haakon's attention so thourougly, that he felt as if he jumped a few feet up from the bed he was sitting in when he heard the door. Haakon didn't register at first what this all meant, but he soon realized that it was quite simple and harmless; breakfast. The guard was there to bring them down to the officer's area, where they would be allowed to eat. On queue, his stomach gave an audible rumble. And so Haakon stood up from the bed and joined the others who made their way down. 

The mass of military personel was for once a welcoming sight after the dream Haakon had just had, but knowing that such thoughts were utter nonsense and that no real threat could come to them - he hoped -, he picked out a various assortment of breakfast-foods; mostly bread, eggs and a little cheese, and joined the others he actually recognized from the day before. [Color=DF0101]"God morgen, morgenfugler. May I join your company, ladies?"[/color] Haakon asked the small group of women, though his gaze landed on Aziza last as the others finished their questions. [Color=DF0101]"Miss Tarek, I hope you're faring better this morning. I, eh, I would like to apologize for anything I might have done to...cause what occured last night. Whatever it was, I'm deeply sorry, Miss, and you have my assurance that whatever it was, it shall not happen again."[/color]