[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color] & [color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color] The Museum -  The Archives
[color=007236][b]Skills:[/b][/color] None[/center][hr]

Haakon followed after Neema as she walked down the rows of the archive, leaving behind the rest of the group to their own searches for ancient knowledge. As they walked between the aisles, Haakon kept looking sporadically side to side as he tried to see any box marked with some symbols of what he presumed were Egyptian deities. What were they called again? Horus? Haros? Bubastis or belbostatis? The Egyptian names escaped his normally good memory, perhaps due to his lack of Egypt other than what little he had read. 

The search of the crates were further put on halt when Neema questioned what he did. Of course, he hadn't presented himself properly to her. [Color=DF0101]"Oh, my apologies for a lack of presentation, Miss Banoub. Haakon J. Elvsgaard, I'm a journalist in a Norwegian newspaper. But I'm not used to be working in archives such as theses, so from my understanding you're much more qualified here than me. I'm not even certain if I know what those symbols you spoke of look like."[/color]

Mahendra followed the Lord Major and Miss Clarke, keeping himself a short distance away from the pair. It would appear that the two hadn't taken notice of him accoumpanying them down the long line of shelves. Perhaps the Lord Major's attention been swallowed up by the American starlet due to her overcrowding personality compared to his own calm and humble one? Or perhaps he, or they were actually that focused on their task in finding those crates? Either way, Mahendra decided on keeping himself in the rear. 

As for the search itself, Mahendra looked at the rows at his sides, slowly moving his eyes back and forth across the massive amounts of things. He did see a lot of letters, both in Latin and what he knew was Arabic, even if he didn't comprehend the Middle Eastern language. He looked and looked, but the symbols Neema spoke of were lost to him. He wasn't used to working in an archive of this type; his usual habitat was either in an archive with English labelling and geological samples, or out in the open fields doing hands-on work. So far, his knowledge didn't help him. 

Mahendra did however catch the whistle coming from behind, turning around to see Lauren standing alongside a cart with a crate placed on top. Clearly she had found something, which she confirmed when she called out to them. Mahendra couldn't help but smile; so far the women had gotten more done than him on his first day. [color=007236]"Very good, Miss Ridgeway! Do you need any assistance with that?"[/color]