[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] Streets of Cairo
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

        Reginald sat in within the confines of the luxury automobile, glad in some dry, cynical day that he was not driving. It was a singular joy for him, piloting or driving or even riding horseback, so long as it was fast and he got to feel that rush of adventure that always seemed to accompany it. Not so today. The Lord Major did not wish to associate that feeling with the very pressing, crushing realization that he had just lost Peter, [i]again[/i]. The dear bpy meant the world to him, and he had to experience this one more time. Fate sometimes took great pleasure in stabbing one in the gut and snapping off the blade. 

        He did not initiate conversation with George in this time, though in the actions of a gentlemen did wordlessly offer the man a drink, even though the hour was not generally suited to it. It seemed a reflex action more than anything; Reginald did not partake himself. In fact the only words that came from his mouth were an indication to the driver as to where they were going. Past that, he really didn't feel up to maintaining conversation unless important in nature.