[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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	[color=b8860b]"What shall you do? Ah dear boy, I haven't the foggiest at the mo, you see. We rather divvied up our little roles, at least initially, as of last evening."[/color] Reginald regarded his nephew, a man obviously skeptical of generally everything that the Lord Major had just said. Reginald tried to change tactic, at least until he could get Peter on board with the less believable aspects of recent events. [color=b8860b]"Consider this jaunt we are undertaking more of an independently financed archaeological expedition. Never you mind the motivation for doing so, at least for now."[/color] 

 	[color=b8860b]"For myself, I have volunteered my services as Quartermaster; likewise I am attempting to obtain appropriate transportation for the lot of us. Though I seriously wonder precisely what some of these persons bring to the table..."[/color] He shook his head, thinking back to the previous night. There was a [i]lot[/i] of drama, much in the way of confusion. And the camel spider, lest he forget the camel spider that had somehow taken up residence just above his head while he slept. 

	A thought occurred to him, which he shared with Peter, [color=b8860b]"This reminds me, pursuant to our discussions last evening, I have put in a request to have you assigned to the Barracks, old boy. I believe that the War Office should be sending you an offer. Accept or decline as you want, naturally."[/color]