[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]"Yes, quite an excitable fellow."[/color] agreed Reginald, in response to Peter's assessment of their most recent guest. [color=b8860b]"Prone to interesting fits, that Corporal, but loyal to a fault. A glaring, massive fault... But what ho? I'll have none of this "apologies" claptrap, Mr. Benaszewski. The Corporal's own bit of momentary weakness served to mirror my own, I'd surmise sir, and [i]that[/i] was certainly not anything slanderous to your character."[/color] The Lord Major peered thoughtfully into whatever distance the walls of his office would allow, thinking out loud, [color=b8860b]"Strange, really: The Corporal and myself both are no strangers to injuries of open warfare, yet the circumstance left us both momentarily shaken. Curiosity abounds as to whether there is some bit of psychology over and above the obvious at play... Hmm..."[/color] He shook the idea off, unsure as to whether such a bent in the conversation would be uncomfortable to their guest or genuinely be a thing of interest. [color=b8860b]"But do forgive the ramblings of an old man."[/color] 

	He listened to the story that Peter prompted from George, one concerning the present vocation of their disfigured guest. A paid speak at a local University, no less, concerning a subject to which he was woefully overqualified to discuss. [color=b8860b]"I doff my cap to you, sir. Finding some measure of goodness and giving hope to others after enduring more than... Oh?"[/color] A knock sounded from behind Reginald's office door, interrupting his sentence. 

	"Tea service, Lord Major!" called a respectful voice from just outside. 

	[color=b8860b]"Ah yes! Very good. Please do come in."[/color] A thought of propriety occurred to him, [color=b8860b]"Actually, if you would, please just push the cart inside of the room. We shall see to ourselves, thank you."[/color] The Lord Major rose from his seat and quickly moved over to the door to take over. Propriety aside, he did not desire yet another outburst from his staff. [color=b8860b]"Lemon, you say?"[/color]