[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
[img]http://www.jerryjazzmusician.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/bix1.jpg[/img][/center]

[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Qasr El Nil Barracks[/center][hr] 

It go past Haakon's inquisitive eyes that Mr. Drake so easily agreed to help the still unsteady Lady Munn to an 'infirmary' - or whatever it was that the doctor called it, Haakon hadn't heard the exact word but was sure it as something medical - while Lady Munn herself earlier had insisted on going by herself. His mind was putting pieces together, regardless of them being relevant or not, but there was indeed something going on between them. Or else it was just one massive, awkward situation. 

[Color=DF0101]"You must excuse me, Lord-Major, but Miss Clark?"[/color] Haakon's attention was drawn away from the scene unfolding before them, as the Lord-Major replied to Josephine's apology and wishes to visit Lady Munn afterwards, ending the comment by saying that both Haakon and Josephine were to meet him for a more private conversation. Haakon presumed he already knew what that conversation was to be about, but to drag Josephine into that mess? Haakon gave a quick look to Josephine, a concerned look flashing across his face, before he adressed the Lord-Mayor again. [Color=DF0101]With all due respect, Lord-Mayor, I have nothing against the coming meeting between yourself and I, but Miss Clark? She might have misspoken about certain subjects, yes, but I think it is obvious that my case is the more urgent one between the two of us, Sir. After all, I am the Norwegian reporter who asked for his typewriter, for which I am very sorry, Sir."[/color] Haakon wasn't sure at all if this was helping his own case, but he knew one thing; Josephine didn't need to get dragged into this, not his one friend in this God-forsaken place of sand and unnatural events taking place.