[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] Qasr El Nil Barracks - Courtyard
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr][center][hider=Qasr El Nil Barracks]
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[color=dimgray][sub]Egyptian Museum located at the top right, diagonally across the street from the Barracks.[/sub][/color]
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	Reginald's thoughts on life in general, as well as the many, growing worries of the day aside, there was a stillness in the air that he had not felt in quite a while. It was the tingling, growing feeling of anxious energy that he generally only felt before a coming battle. This wasn't too far off, if one thought about it. A mission, if you will. Even if exploratory in nature, it was something that got him out into the open world to accomplish a task with lettered professionals and talented lay people. It did not involve sitting about the Barracks rotting of boredom and booze nor signing the same papers on regular intervals. It was a taste of living again. 

	And just so long as he was preparing for another little adventure, he had failed to notice the temporary pavilion of muslin colored canvas set up near supply. There were a bevy of boxes and crates, each stamped with the seal of the Crown and labeled for basic content with thick block letters stacked neatly underneath. Sadly, there was more than a fair amount of the same type of tinned rations that he was subjected to back during the Great War, but a fair amount of rice, potatoes, and the like that were ordinarily reserved for garrison rations but would hold up well to travel. The makings for road bread were present, as well as tinned meat, bacon, coffee, and of course, he would have access to his own private selection of fine teas. Quartermastered dry goods were there as well, rope, utility clothing of appropriate sizes, packs, tools (oh yes, lots of those) etc, and while they all would have to make certain little sacrifices that one must make when away from large areas of civilization proper, they should be decently taken care of for their journey. 

	Reginald ran his hand along the boxes and crates, eventually giving a long sigh. He did wish that his dear nephew was there to share the moment with him, but that would have to wait until his return. Perhaps there would be a huge bundle of good news when Peter showed back up, one which could be dropped on him in a huge explosion of optimism. Yes, perhaps. But something kept him from being quite so hopeful. Maybe it was something he and/or George mentioned that he hadn't really paused to figure out, that also did not make sense at the time. All he could do was wait.