[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] Codes/Ciphers [/center][hr][hr] 

	The Lord Major gave a terse but polite nod in the directions of both Mahendra and Neema, acknowledging their offer of condolences despite a distinct lack of familiarity with either of the recently deceased. It was the proper thing to do, however, and he could not fault either of them for executing good form in the face of a personal crisis affecting a recent acquaintance. Much in the same way that Sergeant Walsh was really more of an acquaintance to Reginald, himself, being that he died after being sent away, following his direction, made the death feel much more personal. Aziza, on the other hand, was a dear friend of the Lord Major and had been for years. 

	The circumstances of their meeting were not quite cordial, granted, but after that initial open-palmed slap across his face things got a lot better between the two of them. Reginald would have dismissed the whole incident (in hindsight) as a minor misunderstanding, though she might have felt differently. Nonetheless, they got over it and became good friends. It all started with a slap... Reginald would always feel the stinging warmth of her hand on his cheek whenever he thought of her, until the end of his days. 

	For now, it appeared that the more bookish of the Fellowship were getting time in with what information that they could locate, and that wasn't taken during the robbery-turned-murder, and so Reginald awaited the arrival of the labor detail from the Barracks. Curiosity did tend to grab him, as it did many a man, prompting the less soldierly and more intellectual bits of his psyche to come to the forefront. Thanks to his training, Reginald had a firm grasp on recognizing and ordering patterns, even if he could not fully understand the language in which it was written. Long shot at best, but a fresh pair of eyes and perspective likely could not hurt the situation any.