[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 - 10:25 p.m. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][hr][/center]
	Aton was glad they decided to come along for dinner. He knew of the perfect place but first things first. He had to finish this demonstration. He was a bit behind but thankfully he knew what to do to make up for it and instead of continuing to pause when he was explaining he kept working. Looking over at the bone Mosi had picked out he nodded towards her. It was a good choice and it actually helped him somewhat. Because of the bone and such, he could go without shinning the metal for the blade. It would look better in the worked darker finish that was natural with that bone. That would cut the amount of time down on this demonstration by a great deal. That was fine with him for as much as he enjoyed his work, the heat from the hearth and being in front of so many did make it a bit less enjoyable. Enough was enough for one day. 

	Back at the museum there was a lot going on and both Vera and Neema had a good amount to say but that all stopped when the loud mouth from the barracks came in and then the Lord Major spoke. Veras eyes widened as she reached out for the arm of a chair and slowly sat herself down. It was beyond tragic. They hadn't died because of anything going on, they hadn't been murdered in the streets for some random reason. This was just some fluke accident that had occurred. Two people trying to get away from trouble, to get to a safe place. And because they had decided to be safe, they ended up dead. The irony was not lost on the situation. 

	[color=f7976a]"Good gracious..."[/color] was all Vera could manage to say. She was not one that emoted well. Her dry senses tended to get in the way of that. She was either left flustered or she found herself hyper focused. This time it was hyper focus as she stood back up and went back to work. A question sticking out in her mind and before Neema could jump on the chance to reply to anything Vera looked over to the Lady Kingston. 

	[color=f7976a]"Let us pull out a global map and begin marking off the latitude and longitude. Those coordinates do sound familiar,"[/color] she said as she walked over to the wall and began to pull down different maps from the top hanging to find a large one of the mapped world. 

	While she was tending to that Neema took the chance to look over towards the Lord Major. "I am sorry for your loss sir," was all she could say. She did not know them so it was of no personal loss to her but it seemed to upset the man so she gave her condolences before looking over towards Mahendra. "Yes he is right but there is more to it than that. In terms you may understand, they are the anti Knights Templar of Ancient Egypt. They fought against the Garamantes, protectors of Isis," she said as she sat down and took a breath. Those were ones she had not spoken of in many years. Not since Rome. 

	Back at the demonstration, Aton was wrapping up and dismissing those that had come to watch. He had finished the [url=https://assets.bigcartel.com/product_images/211344610/IMG_20171223_092909_784.jpg]weapon[/url] and smiled as he looked down at it. Turning he walked over to Josephine, Mosi, and Akhmed. "For you," he said to Mosi as he handed it over to her. "Now, who's hungry?"