[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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Looking around the room, Harry turned back towards Aziza as she spoke up, giving her a nod. [b][color=686F91]"I won't be long, I don't need too much."[/color][/b] Fishing around near his bed for a moment or two, he brought out his duffel bag, setting it on the bed as he opened it up. Collecting a few changes of clothes, he tucked them away into the bag and moved about, sorting through the different pieces of paper and scripts which covered the room. Many of them were similar, stories of the war, his musings and recollections of combat and death - his horrors.

He glanced over a few, skipping over a few of the worse ones as he picked and chose, taking his time to stack together particular pieces of paper before bringing them over to the bag and tucking them away. He lingered at his typewriter for a moment, but figured - considering the way the guards had reacted to Haakon's notebook, they would not particularly enjoy the idea of Harry arriving with his typewriter. Sighing, he eventually had his bag fully packed, pausing for a moment as he looked into the corner. Sighing, he reached out and wrapped his hand around the rifle which sat there, disturbing a few spider webs as he pulled it up, adjusting the sling of it.

He watched the rifle for a few long moments, he'd brought it with him to Egypt, and carried it since the war, but it had been some time before Harry ever considered he'd possibly need to use it. Shifting his sling over his shoulder along with the bag as he glanced back towards Aziza, forcing a gentle smile. [b][color=686F91]"On we go."[/color][/b]

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[center][h1][color=FFE2AA]William Drake[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=FFE2AA]Location:[/color][/b] The Egyptian Museum[/center][hr]

Grinning as the man took his money, William watched as he insisted he would return within a half hour, watching as the man began to move off. He glanced back down the hall towards Vera, he figured it would still be best for him not to return, and indeed, being there when the flowers arrived was still probably not a fantastic idea. Sighing, he shrugged his shoulders, lingering for a moment as he considered what next to do.

Sighing, William settled back upon the task at hand, their expedition. Though he had a particularly unusual way of going about such expeditions, William still knew quite well that preparation was key to such things. Sighing, William began to make his way down toward the museum's archives. Usually, Vera spent much more time down here than he had, but he had come here on occasion to solve specific puzzles or uncover clues - he was unsure how much he would come to understand, but he set to task on uncovering what he could about the symbols which had appeared on some of their party - and deeper into what they might have meant.