[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] 

Haakon kept his mouth shut, oh yes, but it wasn't because Josephine told him or that Aziza gestured him to, after all she had aimed that plea of silence towards the American, not the Norwegian. Instead it was the look the Lord-Mayor sent them. No, not look, it was as if the core of molten steel inhabitated his eyes as they shot daggers at Haakon and Josephine; that was at least how Haakon felt it like. And he guessed he saw why. 

Following the Lord-Mayor's motion of the head, he found himself looking somewhere between the food and themselves. A man, native from the looks of things yet without the uniform of a soldier, gave him the look of an outsider of the miltiary establishment. Josephine's insistance of silence on the matter, only sought to strenghten his suspicion that this was a man who better not hear their speculation. Not that he believed that name-dropping the Curse - who hadn't thought they'd been affected by the Curse since it was first made known world-wide? - could do any harm, but the impending 'talk' with the honourable Lord-Mayor made him keep his mouth shut. 

Contrary to what the others might have thought of him and his motives, Haakon let out a sigh of relief as Lady Munn woke up from her state of whatever had happened. And it didn't pass him that it wasn't thanks to the medical expert's work that she awoke, quite contrary to what the Lord-Mayor had seemingly preferred, and the sigh mixed itself with a small smile one might confuse with relief. In fact, it might be the source of a good joke, if Haakon had been allowed to actually write. As Vera almost fell again and clearly needed help, the smile faded, replaced by a thoughtfull look. And while Josephine opened converstation with the honourable Lord-Mayor in an effort to apologize - which Haakon saw as noble, but highly unnecessary since he had difficulty in seeing what harm it had done -, Haakon let his gaze fall down to a speck of dirt lying just in front of his feet. He wasn't going to say anything, because it would surely fall under some obscure part of the agreement. Perhaps if he kept his mouth fully shut and simply looked remorseful, it would help.