[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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	Okay, so maybe he [i]didn't[/i] quite nail it. Hopefully, with the open window, all this mess would be sorted out and wafted away in short order. It wasn't the best nor most well thought out plan, but it would clear out the more aromatic of their difficulties. In just a couple minutes. Few at the most. It was unfortunate that his precious jasmine water did little to nothing in the way of assisting with his dilemma. Quite unfortunate. 

	But Aziza was there for a reason, and it wasn't purely to breathe the air. Reginald ushered his two nearest visitors to chairs on the outer side of his fine, English Oak desk, and addressed them. [color=b8860b]"Yes, yes. My most profound apologies for the atmosphere; there has been something of a distressing yet temporary malady afoot, you see. Now, if you could be as charitable as to forgive the interim difficulties, to what do I owe the honor of your presence, madame and sir?"[/color] Reginald was ever the gentleman, despite unforeseen setbacks of his condition.