[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]

	Reginald could do little more than remain as an arm for Vera to lean against in that moment. He did not know the filing system in the archives, being as his disciplines led him to differing pursuits. Ask him to plan out an assault, be it ground or aerial, and he was your man. Have him take apart and put together a car, plane, or dirigible, and again, he was the guy. But find something in hieroglyphic script in a hopefully safe place, archived according to a plan devised by scholarly types with decades of experience cataloguing things of this very nature, and the Lord Major was at a loss. Perhaps it had something to do with alphabetic order, though was that order in English or in Arabic? Or ancient Egyptian? Eh, maybe all he needed to do was pay attention from time to time, but he really just came to the museum to see his adoptive niece, Vera. 

	To odd counterpoint, he could find a single chunk of military gear in a giant, crowded warehouse in the dead of a moonless night if he so desired, so long as it was packed away using a derivative of the Crown's method. 

	In response to the various questions he had heard over the last few minutes, Reginald had to wonder aloud, [color=b8860b]"We have a number of our Fellowship waylaid or unaccounted for, it appears."[/color] He said this with nonchalance, forced though it was. There was growing worry about his nephew, Peter, and even a little about his friend George. The group was even more split as Walsh and Aziza had left, be they going to a better life elsewhere. If whatever fate that brought them together allowed them to leave, at any rate. There was some relief as he learned that Miss Ridgeway was merely out of sight and not missing. Even the Starlet has not present, and the Reporter... well, his fate was clear to see. Drake's was not. Things just did not seem to be working out in the manner that he had hoped, even before their quest had truly began. The Lord Major was anxious to get these difficulties out of the way, attend to the fallen as well as the living, and [i]get underway[/i].