[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location: [/color]In the streets of Cairo --> Qasr El Nil Barracks (Front gates)
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] Social cameleon[/center][hr] 

Mahendra was at first not certain if he should laugh alongside Mosi at what could have been a witty comment, or feel somewhat offended at whatever she was going at. The way she dismissed his talk with her hand, speaking of not being seen and telling him it best not to take her hand as they were to walk through Cairo; it was all strange. Very, very strange for a woman of what he presumed was her social standing. Then again she had shown her true colours earlier, and her reasoning for not accepting his hand was logical enough. Comical, but logical. 

[Color=007236]"Well you are right about that, dear Mosi. Food is meant to be eaten while seated, so this is one of my few expections. I'll do my best not to be 'too gentlemanly, if such thing is possible for a British subject, colonial or not."[/color] Mahendra said back as an answer to his American companion. She was indeed an odd fellow, if one could say such thing about a woman, but she light-hearted and fun he supposed. The Benagli smiled at her cheerful mood as they continued to walk, she spoke and he ate the falafel as best he could. 

It was delicious.

[Color=007236]"Then I do hope that you have a pleasent time with your friend. Perhaps you will find the time to visit the barracks afterwards, if the guards allow visitor inside?"[/color] That was a good question he posed. Would he himself be allowed entry? Had Vera told the responsible officer that she was expecting her assistant; a partly English-Bengali-dressed colonial with a thick accent who was educated in geology? He was given little time to answer that question, as Mosi continued. [Color=007236]"A sheath? Yes, I suppose that is an integral part of the weapon. Wouldn't want to get cut by accident? Do tell if you find a sabre, would you? Perhaps being armed in these times isn't such a bad idea?"[/color]

Soon they had come to the time where Mosi's and Mahendra's paths seperated, for better or for worse. Mahendra, now mostly finished with the falafel, waved back after Mosi as she made her way off somewhere...somewhere he didn't know. He hadn't asked where exactly that place was or who her 'friend' was, but that would be rude regardless. [Color=007236]"Have a good day you too, Mosi! I am certain our paths will cross again soon!"[/color] With Mosi gone, Mahendra finished the falafel -without getting his clothes and fingers dirtied up, mind you- and soon arrived at the gates of the Qasr El Nil Barracks of the British Army. 

[Color=007236]"Good morning. My name is Mahendra Huq Zalil, and I'm supposed to meet Lady Munn here at ten o'clock today. I am her new assistant at the Museum."[/color] Mahendra walked up to the front of the barracks and tried to make contact with the soldier most befitting the role of allowing civilians inside. As he asked for permission, Mahendra pulled out his wallet and took out his certificats. At least he could prove he was himself. Now he just hoped they would let him inside.