[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Deeper%20Than%20The%20Sands:%20Chapter%20One&name=prinp___.ttf&size=30&style_color=f7976a[/img][hr][@rivaan] [@Pundii] [@Morose] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore] [@Sigil] [@ONL][hr][h3][b][color=f7976a]October 4th, 1924 - 9:00 A.M. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][/center] 

	[color=f7976a][b][i]Barracks:[/i][/b][/color]  [color=a187be]"Morning,"[/color] Aziza said as she looked up from her cup of tea. Resting it down on its saucer she shook her head. [color=a187be]"I slept soundly enough but I had the strangest dream,"[/color] she admitted before taking another sip of her tea. Looking at Laurens plate she felt her stomach tighten. She was indeed hungry but wasn't sure what was what on the buffet. Smiling as Josephine sat down she nodded. [color=a187be]"I will, I am just afraid I do not know what much of the food is. I wish to try something new but not sure where to start."[/color]

	She was about to ask one of the ladies if they would be kind enough to help her figure out what to eat when Haakon joined them. Cocking a brow she listened to him speak. [color=a187be]"How can one make a promise not to do something again when he does not know what he did? Seems like an empty promise that cannot be seen through,"[/color] she stated quickly, about to rise and leave the table. She didn't like being lied to in any manner, especially not such a bold faced one when the day had just begun. Promising not to repeat something when they obviously had no idea what it was the had done? One couldn't make that sort of promise. It was a flat out lie in her eyes.

	Aziza stilled though as she spotted Harry walk in and give her a smile. She returned it and found herself blushing slightly as he came and seated himself next to her. [color=a187be]"Good morning,"[/color] she said sweetly, her mood lightening somewhat now that he had arrived. Taking a breath she leaned in and whispered against his ear. [color=a187be]"Could you help me figure out what to eat? I'm afraid I don't know your countries cuisine."[/color] Leaning back she grinned shyly as she motioned towards the food at the buffet. 

	Peter nodded to his uncle. [color=82ca9d]"Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way. Rules and regulations are what give us an ordered society. Though if it would make things easier, please just place me on temporary assignment here under your order,"[/color] she said as he placed his hand on top of his cane and rose from his place. Stepping over to the door he grinned towards his uncle. [color=82ca9d]"It is good to be around those I care about once again,"[/color] he said giving his uncle a pat on the shoulder before heading to the door. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Let's! I am famished and could really do with some bobbles and squeak,"[/color] he laughed before opening the door and heading out. Seemed he should have waited another moment or two for just as he was rounding the corner he was nearly plowed down by one Lady Munn, her nose buried in a book. Not her usual book, one of military regulations since it was the only thing in her room to read. She gasped as Peter's arm slipped around her waist to steady her. His cane hitting the ground as he caught the book she fumbled in mid air. 

	Vera looked up to him startled at first and nearly apologizing to whomever it was she ran into only to freeze as her eyes caught Peters. [color=82ca9d]"Lovely morning isn't is Vera?"[/color] he said, not even mentioning her little head on collision with him as he kept her close. He had always been like that, never making a big deal of her clumsiness. Vera swallowed slightly. 

	[color=f7976a]"Um yes, very,"[/color] she replied as she started to straighten herself. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Uncle, do be a gent and go on without us. There are a few things I wish to discuss with Lady Munn before the day gets any older."[/color]

	[color=f7976a][b][i]Garden City:[/i][/b][/color] Neema came in and sat the tray down, smiling as she handed over the letter to Nora. Nodding she sat down and started pouring each of them a cup of tea. "Of course, why I brought enough for both of us. Your company is far more welcome than any of the staff," she chuckled as the steaming tea poured from the pot and filled each cup. "Sugar or milk dear? or both?" she asked as she sat there. 

	"And then tell me how your evening went? I would like to take a look at your finger again and make sure infection has not set in. Please, tell me all about your dreams. Whether they mean anything or not I cannot say as of yet but I am interested to hear them nonetheless. Life here is so dull, what I wouldn't give to be an assistant again," she said as she looked up towards Nora. "Before I settled down I used to go on dig after dig, seeing so much of country. Now I only get to see a kitchen and a few rooms. Very dull! Liven up my day with tales of your dreams."

	[color=f7976a][i][b]Egyptian Museum:[/b][/i][/color] The doors of the museum stayed closed for a bit before the doorman came over and let William into the building as he had many mornings. "Good morning Mr. Drake, I'm afraid Lady Munn isn't in yet," he said. That was surprising. Vera was always in before anyone else, many nights staying into the wee hours of the morning only to be found asleep either on the couch in her office or slouched over a stack of papers at her desk. At her latest she was in before the sun rose. To have it be already so late in the morning and her not to be in yet seemed to have worry on the doormans face. 

	"The curator has sent someone to the hotel to see if she was home but she had not even returned last night. I hope she is alright, after the murder last night at her hotel I wonder..." he said quietly as he shut the door once William had entered. "The papers did not say if it was a man or woman that was killed. All I know is that the British military showed up. Do you think it could be because it was Lady Munn?"

	"Stop the wondering, it does nothing but cause worry," the curator said as he walked up to the two men quickly. "I am sure Lady Munn is fine. Anyone that would try to harm her would probably end up damaged themselves. Her two left feet tend to hurt anyone that comes within five feet of her," he said but it was clear he wasn't as convinced of his own words as he was trying to portray. "Mr. Drake, could you head over to the Base and speak with her uncle? Lord Major Keystone? I am sure he could find out for us. All my messengers are out and it will be hours until they return."

	[color=f7976a][i][b]Shepheard's Hotel:[/b][/i][/color] The taxi made its way from the train station through the streets of Cairo. The morning was busy as usual and it took a little bit of time but eventually it pulled up to the front of the [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/3e/Shepheards_hotel.jpg]hotel[/url]. While the hotel was built back in 1841, it was still a master piece. One of the most called on hotels in Cairo, known for its grandeur, guests, and a secondary base for the military. Three stories tall, it was opulent with stained glass windows, Persian carpets, gardens, terraces, and large granite pillars that resembled those in Ancient Egyptian Temples. Its bar was an American one but it was frequented not only by the Yanks but by British and French officers. Dances are held nightly and guests are dressed in their finest. Tourists shops face the hotel from across the street and store rooms available for military to stow their excess luggage. The food there is described as being as wonderful as anything Paris, Berlin, or Rome could ever offer.