[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Qasr El Nil Barracks[/center][hr]

[Color=DF0101]"Absolutely dear. To the Museum!"[/color] Haakon was becoming quite cheerful with every step they took away from the Lord Major's office, walking beside Josephine through the door and whatever path she chose to follow. For he too wasn't quite certain which way to go in order to get outside of the baracks.  He simply followed Josephine for now and hoped for the best. 

[Color=DF0101]"I wonder what our strange Fellowship, as the Lord Major calls us, are up at the museum. I hope Lady Munn is faring better than she did this morning. It's no good if the expedition's leader faints again."[/color]

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[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color]The Egyptian Museum[/center][hr] 


Mahendra hadn't expected to be helped back up on his feet, but didn't mind the assistance from Peter as he slowly got back up and was gestured towards the table. [Color=007236]"Thank you, Sir. That will certainly improve the unfortunate situation. You too, Sir, thank you."[/color] Mahendra thanked Peter at first, then turned his gaze slowly towards the man he feared to face. He was still standing, but as he looked towards George, he felt the fear of fainting return to him. But all that came over him was a shiver down his spine, nothing more. The mask had lost its element of horroundes surprise, and now Mahendra could finally look upon him. 

[Color=007236]"It is a pleasure to meet you, all three."[/color]

The cup of tea Mahendra placed in his hands felt comforting after the fits just experienced. But he had forgotten his primary task for the day after Vera's outburst; to assist Lauren and Neema in going down to the archives, and now he was in danger of not finishing his tea that he slowly drank of. Sure he wasn't whole English, but he had grown accustomed to their love for tea. [Color=007236]"It will only take a moment, my dear ladies."[/color] Mahendra took an almost illegal sip of his tea, not paying too much attention to the actually heat of it, before putting the cup down and giving them another smile. [Color=007236]"I'm ready. After you, Miss Neema."[/color]