[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Deeper%20Than%20The%20Sands:%20Chapter%20One&name=prinp___.ttf&size=30&style_color=f7976a[/img][hr][@rivaan] [@Morose] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore] [@Sigil] [@ONL][hr][h3][b][color=f7976a]October 4th, 1924 - 8:30 p.m. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][hr][/center] 	
	[b][color=f7976a]Museum:[/color][/b] Neema looked up and sighed, so there had been someone up there. "We wouldn't be lucky enough for them to leave a calling card," she commented before turning her attention to Mahendra. Maybe there was something in the dust where things had occurred. (There was something only Mahendra could see at this point about fifteen feet from him but hey Neema hadn't seen it yet on the ground.)

	[color=f7976a]"One without blood,"[/color] Vera said nervously before letting Reginald lead her down into the archives. That was the last thing she wanted to see but she knew she would need to eventually. Even if it was only to check on whatever crate had landed on the man and make sure the contents were still in one piece. If not, to see what damage was done. But for now she didn't want to see it. 

	The local law enforcement hadn't shown up yet, which was odd. They were normally quick on these things. Something must have been holding them up. Maybe it was the same thing holding up George and Peter. Not that Vera was worried something had happened to them but just that perhaps the streets were far too crowded now to get through. Yet, would that be crowded enough for over two hours to pass? No, Peter must have run across something architectural and it had taken his mind off things. He could get lost in such matters. He had before. And this was a city that was old and very interesting. 

	As they got there, Vera avoided the area she had been told about, taking the long way around and turning a corner. Coming up at the end of an isle and spotting Mahendra and Neema a few stacks down. [color=f7976a]"Where is Miss Ridgeway?"[/color]  she asked concerned as they walked over to the two. 

	"She is up there checking on things, she is fine," Neema assured her. Vera looked up and spotted her on top of one of the rows of shelves. "Seems there are foots steps up there, new ones. Has anyone been up there today?"

	[color=f7976a]"Unless Mr. Drake was up there, I cannot think of another, though even he shouldn't have needed anything that high up. Would be the wrong kingdom to be looking in. He knows the cataloging system to some extent."[/color]

	[b][color=f7976a]An Artistic Demonstration:[/color][/b] Akhmed lifted a brow as the women talked and grinned to himself. They were off and on there way. The roads were busy, as was per usual during this time of the day. Seemed a bit more as the taxi had to detour. It seemed something had happened down an alleyway and the local law enforcement was blocking it off. The taxi had to make a slight detour because of it but it didn't hold them up and before long they were in a more less tourist traveled part of town and what to look like what could have been a vendors area. The place vendors went to purchase the goods they were going to sell to the tourists. Once they were in what seemed to be the heart of the area the taxi stopped and Akhmed opened the door. Letting himself out first before extending a hand to each lady as she exited the cab should she need or want assistance. 

	"And we have arrived," he said offering one arm to each lady before starting to walk. There were a lot of people mulling about, going from vendor to vendor. People were talking, quickly, in their native language. The place was like a bee hive. There was a crowd around one area that Akhmed had to push through and as he did every so often one could head the sound of metal striking metal until it stopped. 

	"That will need to cool for a short time," a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/474x/f9/24/59/f92459801695a23142a967864e381326.jpg]man[/url] said as he thrust a red hot piece of metal into a bucket of water, the steam billowing up into the air. "Let us take a short recess, we will begin again in half an hour," he added before the crowd started to break up. Some people stayed where they were, others were happy to move on right then. The man turned and picked up his shirt, using it more as a rag than anything at that point. 

	"Aton, sorry I'm late," Akhmed said before starting to speak in the native language. There was an odd look on Atons face before nodding and turning his attention to the women. "Please, let me introduce Ms Mosi Harker and the star of stage and screen the lovely Miss Josephine Clark." 

	Cleaning his hands off on his shirt before tossing it to the side and smiling at them. "Ahh, welcome! Akhmed drag you along?" he teased a bit.