[center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color] The Museum - Vera's office
[color=007236][b]Skills:[/b][/color]Understanding of local Egyptian superstition[/center][hr]

Taking into consideration all that had happened within that narrow window of time, Mahendra could see the positive change of commencing said expedition as soon as possible. They probably needed that, all of them; some fresh (albit dry and sandy) air, a change of scenery and getting their mortal vessels moving again after having their mind in so much movement already. Mahendra still wasn't quite certain what their final destination or objective of said expedition was, but he certain he would learn it in any eventuality.

Mahendra did however notice -rather obviously- Neema pulling out the red cloth from his shirt, making him feeling rather embarresed before he actually heard what she said. So he was perhaps wrong in his first connection to the mytholgy of Egypt, but now the gears started to turn. [Color=007236]"The Seperumu. Followers of Seth, the god of violence, disorder and desert, amongst other areas. You are very right, Neema, this is not a good sign. Not at all...So the journalist's fate was met with a malignent intent after all."[/color] Mahendra followed up, looking ever keenly at the red cloth with that scorpion on it. Indeed, this was bad.

He would perhaps have been trapped in a trance of curious facination, had it not been for the unnameable shrieking that pulled Mahendra back to this plane of existance. But as it turned out, it was a soldier who's vocal capabilities surely had the ability to frighten off any cavalry attack, even to the sturdiest of camels. Mahendra payed little attention to him as the Lord Major took charge, until he saw him lean up against pillar, as if something had suddenly weighed him down like a thousand fates. [Color=007236]"Lord Major Sir, is there something wrong?"[/color]