[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 (Officers' Club)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	Reginald looked over the disfigured man with steady and inspecting eyes. He narrowed them, regarding the statement just made. Was this an act of folly? The words of a man who was trying to comfort an old soldier who was kind enough to share his liquor with him? George's offer to stay and act as protector, even when Peter was in severe doubt as to the preternatural occurrences that most of his Fellowship had been inflicted with; perhaps it was an example of the soldierly character of the man, even if he was ...hmm.... a Colonial. 

	[color=b8860b]"Mr. Benaszewski, sir, I understand that we all have high-running emotions at the moment. Yes, quite..."[/color] He poured another dram of whisky into his and George's glasses, continuing, [color=b8860b]"But I do not think you understand what sort of undertaking with which we are involving ourselves. Further, I cannot finance a paycheck for services rendered on behalf of The Crown, as you are an American and we are on soil foreign to the both of us during a time of peace."[/color] He tapped his thumb upon the table for a moment, considering, [color=b8860b]"But there is this: I had secured equipment and provisions for more persons than are alive now to enjoy them. We may work out the particulars later, but rest assured upon my honor as a gentleman, fair play will be observed. I accept, sir."[/color] 

	Reginald held out his hand as a token that terms of negotiation were concluded, [color=b8860b]"Welcome to the Fellowship, Mr. Benaszewski."[/color]