[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] The Museum 
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	This wasn't the first time that Reginald had been in the Museum's formidable Archives section. It was the first time that he was attempting to locate something specific, however. Sure, there had been the occasional escort into the ordered and oft repetitive organizational system that was Archives; however in those instances there were always others who took on the role of Guide or Scholar, ready to identify and locate the object of their perusal. 

	There was a solidly surprising note for the Lord Major, that being the Starlet, Josephine, volunteering to take the same section as himself. He was under the distinct impression that the young lady of Hollywood was not particularly keen on being in his presence, particularly considering the conversation they had in his office and the friction the previous evening. Perhaps there was something nefarious afoot. Or maybe, just maybe, she understood that his words and actions were an expression of affection and his more protective instincts toward a dear friend. The duty we have to one another in our lifetime. 

	Hell, that or she was trying to avoid someone else and thought the old man a vaguely inert fuddy-duddy. 

	The myriad of possibilities for her motivation were moot, of course, so Reginald shook away the thought. They were part of a team. Nay, a Fellowship! And they had a common goal to work toward this day. So without further adieu, the Lord Major began his solid march over to 5VbC. Pausing ever so briefly, he turned to Josephine, [color=b8860b]"I say, what [i]precisely[/i] were we after again?"[/color]