[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 - 10:05 p.m. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][hr][/center]
	"To continue the tradition but they are fully functional and I do enjoy using them. There are times in this life that we must protect ourselves and those we love and bullets run out," Aton said in all seriousness. "But as far as the rest of your questions go, those will take a bit more to explain but please, stay. I would love to host you three for a late supper this evening once the other half of my demonstration is over. Please, think on it," he said with a smile on his face. 

	"If the lovely ladies would, then I am in, I'm always game for free food," Akhmed added with a shit eating grin on his face. 

	Aton could only roll his eyes slightly before turning his attention over to Mosi. "That I haven't decided yet, please, take a look at what I have, ladies choice for the evening," he added as he motioned towards the display to the numerous ones he had there and raw materials laying out. 

	It was time to start again so he let his guests settle in as the others started to come back and he began his demonstration once again. Speaking about the techniques he was using and also how to handle things. He spoke more like a poet than a blacksmith as he did. At least when he was speaking in English. He had to switch back and forth since the majority of those watching were locals. He though was kind enough to explain in English as well for the guests that his friend had brought with him. 

	Back at the museum, things were not near as calm as Vera looked over to Reginald. [color=f7976a]Let us get the crates upstairs and perhaps move them to the barracks later this evening if you do not mind uncle. I would feel safer with them there,"[/color] she said as she made her way back to her office. She didn't like the idea of having to move them from the museum but it wasn't safe anymore, that much was obvious. And with Peter and George still not having returned, she wondered if anywhere in the city was. The safest place she knew was the military base. It was their best bet. 

	It was good they were planning on leaving, this was good and something she had not yet been able to tell Reginald. [color=f7976a]"We have procured the permit. We could realistically be ready to leave tomorrow afternoon if we have no more issues,"[/color] she said, not wanting to speak of death or those that seemed to be missing at this point. Yet one does not always get what they wish for at the front door the curator was none to happy to see a rather tall and lanky man pounding on the door screaming for the Lord Major. 

	The two exchanged some heated words in both English and Egyptian before the curator finally relented and told him that the last time he had seen the Lord Major was in Vera's office. The man knew where it was, this wasn't the first time he had been there and despite him having every right to deny the man access he knew it was far simpler just to let the man rush off to the Lord Major and get this over with than to continue. 

	In the office Vera looked over towards Nora. [color=f7976a]"I am so sorry to leave you with such disorder in here,"[/color] she said as she finally started to pick up the papers on the floor and turn chairs back over as she went. She stumbled a time or two but she was managing with more grace than one might think. Perhaps it was the fact she was focused right then on actually picking things up instead of something else. [color=f7976a]"Where you able to find anything while we were away?"[/color] she asked as she continued. 

	Neema pulled out the scarf and sighed as she ran her fingers over it before handing it over to Mahendra. "This is not a good sign. It is the sign of the Seperumu," she said as she handed it off and then began to pick up. Vera did not hear her as she was focused and hoping that Nora had found something, anything. This was all very curious.