[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 - Archives
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	It was not the perilous journey of a man starting to war, nor the slow and steady trot of a man going to pick up his laundry. Reginald moved with even pace and remained as neutral to what lay in the Archives as one could, or at least as well as one could who knew of the corpse that was likely still warm with its previous vitality, so soon was Haakon's demise. Reginald had made the journey before; archives to office, office to archives. One could not help but to do so if one knew and visited Virginia at her place of work with any regularity. The Lord Major was certainly one of those men who did precisely that. All the same, a tiny refresher was welcomed. 

	Reginald wad purposefully left the snap enclosure to his Webley revolver unfastened. He wanted unfettered access to the device in the off chance that the drama for the minor outing had not passed fully from their vicinity, and particularly as he was escorting Vera personally. It would have been such a greater world if one could settle one's differences with the proper application of a gentlemanly bit of saber-friendly cut & thrust; one received a scar that they would not soon forget and, for the most part, people did not die. Not to say that they could not, nor would not, merely that honor was wholly satisfied by the showing of blood and most of the time, it was unwarranted to press the issue further. But the world was not like that anymore, if it ever was. Reginald considered this quite a disappointment. Though this meant that, were it a worldwide custom, people like himself who served in a generally civilized armed military would be obsolete. Perhaps men specifically like himself were obsolete in this day and age anyway. He was an old soldier looking for one last adventure, after all. 

	[color=b8860b]"Right then..."[/color] he mused, upon reaching the Archives proper. [color=b8860b]"The crate we were after lies in this direction,"[/color] continued Reginald, pointing in one direction, [color=b8860b]"while the scene of the unfortunate incident is down there."[/color] Again he pointed. [color=b8860b]"Which destination do you wish to visit first, Vera dear?"[/color]