[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] Docks - The Ferry (Boarding)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	It was a truly wondrous sight for the old man. Not the boat; it was fine enough of a vessel but he was really more accustomed to travel by air. Probably the person most accustomed to travel by air than anyone else on the planet. But he did love Cairo, and the river which ran through it. This was to be an entertaining and leisurely trip along the Nile. That was the plan, at least. The beginning steps of a new adventure; possibly the last one of his days. Indeed, the wondrous sight was his Fellowship of erstwhile strangers gathering together, persons of wildly differing background coming together and actually embarking upon their grand quest. It made him absolutely giddy. 

	Reginald took a moment to observe the loading of their supplies and animals upon the boat. Care and feeding cost extra, but Reginald was a man of some means. His credit was weighty and they were being bankrolled by very respectable sources. He was able to see his personal property for just a second or two as it was getting moved to the boat. Hopefully it should be in his stateroom within the quarter hour. He'd asked the Corporal (acting in his role as the Lord Major's valet) to attend to his belongings himself. Be it that the Corporal was an obnoxious, loud individual, he did his job quickly, completely, and to the letter. More, if he felt something was missed in the exchange. 

	The gangplank lay before him, truly the hustle and bustle of activity. Such were ships. Part of the bodily traffic was a pretty young lady who had stopped in front of the good Mr. Benaszewski, and treated him with apparent familiarity. The short discussion between the two of them (that Reginald tried very hard not to eavesdrop upon) behind them, he was pleased to note that George took the occasion to introduce them. 

	[color=b8860b]"Thank you, Mr. Benaszewski; you are ever the gentleman."[/color] he looked to Gene and bowed, doffing his cap to her in a gesture of grand British near-histrionics. [color=b8860b]"It is a defined pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Benaszewski. And quite the good fortune that you should meet up with him in this place at this hour! Madame, I would be remiss not to formally invite you to join our party, and unmistakably rude to even consider otherwise. Please, take an old man's invitation and platonic company as we board this waterborne Inn."[/color] he returned his cap to his head and extended an arm, even as he joined the press of movement onto the vessel.