[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 was a touch unusual for the Lord Major to rise and exit his rooms later than most on his base. Not unprecedented, mind you, just uncommon. It could have been the heavy drinking from the night before, or the lateness of hour when he finally succumbed to sleep, or even the mystifying dreams of war and heart removal. Despite all of these things, Reginald joined the others with absolutely elevated spirits. Before he moved to the common area to partake of a proper breakfast, he took the moment to address his nephew, Peter. 

	[color=b8860b]"Yes, yes. Capital idea, quite!"[/color] pipped the Lord Major, [color=b8860b]"I shall send a line to the War Office to that conclusion later this morning. We shall have to find suitable assignment for you that provides requisite flexibility of duties to keep you of use in our little adventure. In the meantime, it's a Full English for me, don't you know? Ha ha!"[/color] Remarkably good spirits, evidently. He noticed the following interaction between Peter and Vera and took his nephew's advice, but not before tipping his cap and wishing the Lady Munn an agreeable morning. 

	He maintained his cheerful disposition as he entered the common area where breakfast was being served. Visions of grilled bacon and sausages, poached and scrambled eggs, scones, pudding, and strong tea danced in his thoughts while he entered the room, apparently just in time to almost run into a fast retreating Haakon J. Elvsgaard. Behind his Scandinavian guest, there quickly followed a dutiful armed sentry, the same one assigned to his door through the night. 

	Still smiling, Reginald held up a single finger to halt the sentry's movement, intoning a quick, [color=b8860b]"Stand fast there, Private."[/color] with the sharp tone of authority, his face hardening momentarily. He bloomed back into the sharp, jovial man from a moment ago, addressing the exiting reporter. [color=b8860b]"Aha! Mr. Elvsgaard, I trust you are having a pleasant morning?"[/color] He continued without waiting for response, [color=b8860b]"A trifle of a matter has come to my attention over the course of the evening, my good sir, one for which I would be [i]ever so[/i] grateful to solicit your assistance. Let us say, shortly following the breakfast hour? Excellent! The Private behind you will ensure you do not forget our little appointment."[/color] Reginald looked to the soldier, [color=b8860b]"Private?"[/color] 

	The soldier snapped to attention and threw a quick salute. Reginald returned the gesture, and re-addressed Haakon, [color=b8860b]"Do try the tea, sir. It is remarkable."[/color] 

	The Lord Major found a seat near Aziza, Josephine, and Harry, collecting a good sized plate of Full English Breakfast, in all of it's Anglican glory. He leaned forward, into the table a bit, as if he were about to tell some open secret, [color=b8860b]"I say, you should all procure a stout mug of the Builder's. It is, gentle folk, just [i]the world[/i] on this morrow.[/color] Reginald smiled and bit into a scone, carefully dabbing the corner of his mouth with a pleated serviette.