[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 - Vera's Office
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	A series of long and slow breaths emanated from the Lord Major, as he tried very hard to reestablish the Stiff Upper Lip that his people were famous for. He was British, damnit, and a Lord and a standing Officer in the service of the Crown. He had lost people before. Lots of people. He envied them, sometimes, to the point of wishing that he could join them. But this... They were free. They were going to live a prosperous life of quiet reflection and study, maybe trade or industry of some kind. Aziza was going to build resources and contacts so as to make a move to reclaim her family, and long after Reginald's death, she was to be under the protection of the Noble Keystone line. Fate or God or whomever was not supposed to strike her down, not when Reginald had given her a life worth living. He was as angry as he was grieving, but he could show very little of both. They had a mission, and he had his role within it to fill. 

	Clearing his throat, Reginald recovered the telegraph paper from the floor and walked over to the doorway of Vera's office. He nodded to the words of concern from Mahendra, responding with a simple, [color=b8860b]"I shall survive, Mr. Zalil. Excuse me, please."[/color] Addressing the remainder of the persons in the office, those who had at least passing familiarity with Aziza and Harry, [color=b8860b]"It is with no small regret that I report the passing of Miss Tarek and Sergeant Walsh. The dirigible they were taking to Malta, and then hopefully to Brighton, crashed north of the city. There were no survivors."[/color] 

	He paused for a moment to let it sink in. 

	As a quiet subject change, he reported to Vera, [color=b8860b]"There will be a detail of soldiers here shortly to transport whatever you require to a safe room within the Barracks. Also, we are supplied for a long-term venture. Soldier's fare and supplies mostly, but luxuries will be secured tomorrow morning. Do let me know if I may be of further assistance in your present endeavor."[/color] As an afterthought, he glanced over at the papers on the Vera's desk. [color=b8860b]"Oh, we have several cartographer's papers and such, maps, etc. back at the Barracks. Rather difficult to navigate by air or sea without a means of measuring coordinates."[/color] His voice was quiet and distant as compared to its normal bluster, but he spoke with knowledge and confidence. If he could not help persay, then his resources certainly could.