[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 opened his mouth to say something to Vera, perhaps a question as to the wisdom in continuing with life's little vices when she was quite clearly unaccustomed to them, but thought the better of it immediately. No one had ever died from choking on a single cigarette, nor taking a single drink. Or two. Or... or maybe this was just a topic best left alone. Vera had quite enough on her plate today, and the Lord Major would not begrudge her the standard means of gathering one's calm, even if she was a novice at the practice. Instead, the only thing for which his slightly agape mouth was used was as a portal by which whisky could enter his stomach. 

	Josephine was rather forthcoming with the horrible inconveniences of the day. Not the least of which was news of Neema. Reginald removed his officers' cap and placed it over his heart. His eyes drifted downward and he sighed audibly. Setting his glass down, he remembered back to that smell of roasted meat he caught much earlier from toward the front of his courtyard. He felt a little ill, having made the sum of two and two, but spoke with quiet dignity, [color=b8860b]"I am dearly saddened to hear of this. It is said that when a person of veneration passes away, it is as if a library burns to the ground. Such was dear Neema; I am sure of it."[/color] He gave a moment of silence at the news, then continued to business. 

	[color=b8860b]"A ferry? By this evening? By Jove, my Lady, this is cause for an immediate course of action, you see. Securing passage upon one of those ships is one matter, but securing storage for our goods and sundries can be another matter altogether."[/color] He paced a little bit, considering the options available to him. [color=b8860b]"Hmm... the travel season is not quite upon us, but I worry. I shall send a man ahead with funds to secure our passage immediately, and upon word of reservation send our larger parcels ahead. Best accommodations possible, of course. We Brits must make a stately showing of ourselves. And I must pack my personals. Yes, much to do."[/color]

	A brief interruption came from the base's medical officer, a case of whispered conversation with happy conclusion. [color=b8860b]"A modicum of pleasant news, at least. All of our friends and associates are quite outpatient at this time. They shall be along shortly, I pray. And Lady Munn? I most wholeheartedly agree as to escort. It shall be arranged. Though disheartened and quite saddened by the events of the recent days, I find that I am anxious to begin our operations in earnest. This evening, then. I suggest that we all meet up in this exact spot just before we embark, and travel to the ferry with the protection of the Crown's good fighting men. What say you?"[/color]