[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 (Vera's Office)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A (Is being very, very British a skill?)[/center][hr][hr]

	[color=b8860b]"Indeed, Vera dear."[/color] began the Lord Major. [color=b8860b]"It is precisely as Miss Ridgeway has said. There has been a robbery. Moreover, tragedy has struck our Fellowship. The reporter, Haakon, was struck and killed by a crate that fell from above him, in Archives. I know not whether it is related to the theft, but it is a close and suspicious coincidence."[/color] The previous look of excitement about starting a new mission had long left his face, replaced by the somber and assertive nature that confirmed Reginald's background in soldiery. [color=b8860b]"Whatever else is happening to us of a more spiritual nature, it is apparent that there are very real [i]human[/i] antagonists involved with this as well."[/color] 

	He sheathed his sword, instead opting to unbutton the case over his Webley revolver. Swinging a blade about in close quarters with Vera around, were an uninvited guest to appear, seemed a little foolhardy. He then took a glance around, noting where everyone else in the group was or where they were going. A new threat, to be sure, but one that could be stopped with the proper application of bullets. He desired to keep tabs on what he grudgingly would come to refer to as His People. And speaking of which, there was one that was unaccounted for. [color=b8860b]"Ah, I say, Lady Munn... Would you happen to know wherever my dear nephew Peter has gotten himself off to? The nature of our expedition is growing dark, and we've only just gotten him back, you see."[/color]