[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/28577c336232aad3fb697adc8afb5c1a/tumblr_inline_miycemBe1B1qz4rgp.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: the Museum [/center][hr][hr]	Nora was a bit taken aback, seeing King Tut's mummy. She must have missed it the previous evening when she hurried through the museum in search of explanations for the miraculous events that had occurred. Seeing it now, she remembered the talk of the papers with King Tut's Curse. If there was truly merit to what she had experienced, Nora wondered how much of the curse itself was real--though she still imagined it to be the work of men, rather than gods. She could only trust in herself. 

	Nora caught on quickly to Neema's explanation of the more romantic nature of her relationship with the curator. It was the sort of thing that she never would have expected to hear a confession of back in England. The lords could have previous loves, but the women rarely ever did (or so was the common belief). But of course, she was also struck by the information she was learning about Neema. Had she really just been an assistant? Was that merely a title and not her actual role? She seemed to know so much more than anyone would expect of a kind old woman. 

	[color=#00ccff]"Am I correct in my inclination that you caused some trouble at that site?"[/color] Nora asked, her tone light and soft as always. There was no malice, no sense of accusation. Nora simply wanted to know more about the woman she had come to trust deeply and had been guiding her for the last few hours and the evening before.