[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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	Reginald sighed and grabbed up a spare clipboard, tacking a few inventory request forms onto it. He had things to do, now that his supply personnel had returned with the requested information. As it wasn't anything along the lines of classified material and they were not in what was considered a hostile nation, and there had been many a time he had brought out contract paperwork with him to whatever watering hole he decided would receive his money for the evening. All the same, it was a horribly bittersweet hour for the Lord Major. Quartermastering for the last adventure he expected to experience, while the the same time saying goodbye to a very good friend. He could at least comfort himself with the knowledge that Aziza would have something that resembled a Happily Ever After, seeing to his estate back in England. It's not like his ex-wife wanted to live there anymore. Someone should enjoy what his station in the nobility could offer. And Sergeant Walsh? He seemed like a decent fellow who just hit a jackpot. [color=b8860b]"Ah, well. Best of luck to the both of them."[/color] he mused aloud. Reginald did honestly wish the two of them a happy and fruitful life together. And if it didn't work out, everything was in Aziza's name and she would be better than fine. 

	The walk from his office and out into the light of day felt long and lonely. Hopefully, the end of his walk would alleviate some of that as he was on his way to the Museum just down the way for the purposes of finding Vera. He needed to tell her (quietly) about the sudden loss of manpower in their Fellowship, then discuss the particulars of what they would need. The farther he got away from his office, the greater the spring in his step. Soon, he was exiting the main gate of the Barracks and trotting to the main entrance to the Museum. 

	Upon entering, the Lord Major's eyes fell upon the Starlet and the Reporter; people he knew. But there were also a couple of others he did not. Just at that moment, it did not matter quite so much to him except for the sake of etiquette. There was [i]one[/i] person he had just spotted that might be able to assist him in locating Vera, presumably somewhere within the grounds. [color=b8860b]"Ah, Akhmed! It is a pleasure, dear sir. Oh, but you have company. My apologies."[/color] He turned to Neema ad Mahendra, [color=b8860b]"Good day sir, madame. I am The Lord Major Reginald Keystone of His Majesty's Armed Forces, Commanding Officer of the Qasr El Nil Barracks. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. If you would forgive me for just a moment, my temporary breach in introductory protocol, I must inquire to ...Akhmed! Wherever might I find the Lady Munn at this hour? Dreadfully sorry; business of a particular nature, you see."[/color]