[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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	The pretense of pride or vanity concerning the slowly departing colonic winds inside of his office faded immediately. It was a rare thing that anyone, including Vera, use only his full first name when addressing him. Generally, his older brother (the first born and thusly impeccably titled Keystone) referred to him as such, often going as far as to omit his title of nobility and earned rank within the military, even in public settings where such a thing would have been proper and polite. It irked him greatly, though he would never let it show outwardly. At least, not directly. The fact that he went out and earned something that his family did not give him was a source of pride on his part; at least his brother could not say the same. But he was the Earl of Sussex, and Reginald was not. 

	All the same, the use of his full first name only, Reginald, was something that got his attention. The fact that Aziza was saying it to him meant that there was a matter of non-official but equally important business to discuss. Another show of the importance of the occasion was that the talented Miss Tarek didn't say word one about the noxious assbomb he unintentionally dropped moments ago. His voice softened to one of understanding and pragmatic seriousness. [color=b8860b]"Indeed, Aziza."[/color] Two could play at that game, though he said it with kindness. [color=b8860b]"I shall always stand ready to help you, in any way that I am able, so long as I draw breath. What do you require of me?"[/color]