[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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Nodding his head towards Aziza, Harry shifted the slings of his rifle and bag on his shoulder as he cleared his throat briefly. [b][color=686F91]"We do, luckily there's one just down the road I keep her at."[/color][/b] He nodded, mentally recalling the direction. It had been a mild nuisance initially when he considered he would need to find a stable for Roach, but he had appreciated the fact that he managed to - purely by chance - pick a residence practically across the street from a stable more than happy enough to look after the mare. It would make getting around from then on much easier.

Leading Aziza back out of the apartment, Harry turned and closed the door before locking it, tucking the keys away in his jacket. He had no real idea if he would ever actually return, or when - he'd packed essentially everything that he might have needed, and indeed the thought had come to Harry that he might not return at all. He paused as he stood at the door, hand lingering on the knob as he stared down at it - recalling all too well the same feeling in his gut he'd had leaving his family home for the war. It was many years ago, but as he stood there it felt as if he was living in the same moment, and the dread, sadness and lost innocence gnawed at him as he lingered for far too many moments than he could casually pass off.

Finally, enough time had passed so he could force the memory away, not allowing himself to sink back into it as his fingers slid off the knob, Harry clearing his throat as he glanced back towards Aziza, only flashing eye-contact for a moment before he hurried past as if to avoid any questioning. [b][color=686F91]"Let's go."[/color][/b] He said, hurrying down the stairs and onto the street with her, reaching back with his free hand to clasp hers, mostly to keep her as close as he could, as he moved down the block to the stable. It was only a brief talk with the stable-hand before Harry moved into the stable proper and found his horse.

Roach was a Waler Mare - it had not been particularly easy to find the mixed breed horse, but he'd made an effort following the war to get a horse of the same breed that he was familiar with. Approaching her, he smiled as he ran a hand briefly over her head, reaching up to place her saddle on along with his things. Glancing back towards Aziza, he climbed up onto the horse and held his hand out towards her. [b][color=686F91]"Onwards to yours?"[/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]

Briefly spotting Akhmed as he made his way back down to the main hall, Drake returned his nod simply - not bothering the man as he let him continue on his business. Heading down towards the archives, William cleared his throat as he stepped inside and looked around. Not having a guide suddenly made the archives slightly more daunting than he had initially anticipated, but William was used to trawling through libraries of all shapes and sizes for whatever information he might have needed. At that point, he had little else to do - and little else planned, than to learn as much as he could for their upcoming expedition.

He started by looking further into the symbols from his dream. Recalling it all, he flicked through what books he could find on mythology, searching first for any indication fo the creatures he had seen and what they might have represented. The Lion and the Scorpion were most interesting to him, he knew well enough what the Jackal represented after all - that had been ominous, but among the more understandable aspects of his dream, the other creatures? At that point William was still lost, though he planned to remedy that.