[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] The Ferry (Elite Deck -> Personal Stateroom -> Elite Deck Dining Area)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	Reginald seemed in good spirits as he toddled along, up the stairs and past the guardian thereof, tipping his cap and the like. He was just enthused to be along on this adventure. It had been quite a long time since the old man had found decent excuse to leave the Barracks, let alone Cairo, in quite some time. And here was a ready-made Quest just begging to be taken; were it a dog begging as hard he would have already swatted it with a newspaper. The Lord Major loved Cairo, make no mistake. It was a second home for him, foreign though the city was, to his own native Brighton. He had just hoped for one more piece of action, hopefully his last in the most direct, terminal manner possible. The thought made him positively giddy. 

	The domestic sentry at the next staircase made a similar request to the first, which Reginald was happy to oblige yet again. Considering that he was a man of some age, dressed smartly in formal British Military uniform and with his rank insignia (and crest of nobility) clearly showing, it was barely necessary to show his paperwork. Barely, but necessary nonetheless. A smile, a nod, and gracious bow later, and Reginald was on his way again. He looked around for just a bit, getting his bearings - The Lord Major was a man of the Royal Army's Royal Flying Corps, suitable for ground sorties and probably more familiar with being in the air than anyone else on the planet, but the occasional foray into watercraft still occasionally left him mystified. Luckily, it was a mere moment of confusion before he had located his stateroom and began a very momentary settling in. 

	For Reginald, that meant splashing water on his face, changing into his khaki field uniform, and pouring himself a quick two fingers of whisky. He draped a grey burnoose about himself, affixed a tie around his collar, and made sure that his sword, pistol, and cap were all straight and orderly. He threw back his drink and, emboldened by its earthy notes and abrupt alcohol content, set himself to join the others. 

	Imagine his surprise when only one from his group had gathered to dine on the Elite Deck. 

	It was Lauren. Reginald located his assigned seat at the table and settled in. Before addressing his *one* dining companion, he glanced about to make absolutely sure that no one else familiar was walking in their general direction. Being as Reginald was not privy to the conversation that brought everyone else to the Second Deck, he was ever so slightly concerned that everyone rooming on the Elite Deck was going to be late for the [i]amuse-gueule[/i]. [color=b8860b]"Good evening, Miss Ridgeway. I daresay the table is a touch sparse. Else the soiree has moved elsewhere and we have not received invitation. Nevertheless, if your American upbringing has not exposed you to haute dining, I would be happy to serve as guide should questions arise."[/color] He intended no insult by the phrasing, but it did have the assumption that Americans were not ordinarily exposed to such things. [color=b8860b]"Classic dining of this nature usually starts with a tidbit of some sort; a bite or two that shows the Chef's flair, paired with an accompanying wine. But how is your evening so far?"[/color] 

[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=bdb76b]Haring Reddish[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=darkkhaki][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Ferry (Second Deck -> Dining Area)
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	The initial shock of realizing to whom Corporal Reddish was speaking gave way to a sense of odd wonder. Truly it was an interesting world wherein someone of her background would find their way into a British Military barracks, let alone on board a Nile riverboat with himself. The feeling was compounded by the fact that she had [i]just invited him to dinner[/i]. The expression on his face might have indicated that he was going to immediately pen a letter back home about the incident the moment he had the chance. However, being as he was a non-commissioned officer in the Royal Armed Forces and still representing this with distinction, he put on what might be considered a demeanor of social propriety. 

	[color=bdb76b]"Oh, [i]absolutely[/i] Miss Clark, it would be an honor to join your for supper. Why, were I not under respectful employ of the Lord [i]MAJ[/i] <ahem> the Lord Major's necessities, I would consider it an honor just to attend to your service, if you take my meaning, ma'am!"[/color] He seemed to be repressing a fair amount of animation as he spoke. [color=bdb76b]"Let alone take a meal alongside your magnificence. Please forgive me, ma'am - I gush. It's unflattering. Very sorry."[/color] 

	He offered his arm to Josephine, continuing, [color=bdb76b]"Being truthful, I had strongly considered retiring to my room to change into something more Civilian-y, ma'am, but it would be a slight against gentlemen everywhere if I did not offer proper escort. Some ne'er-do-well might think twice about giving you grief if you're seen with an armed member of the Royal Army, I'd lay bets!"[/color] Haring seemed a little starry-eyed right then, but still bright and observant of the world around him as he accompanied Josephine to the dining area. 

	[color=bdb76b]"Oh Miss Clark, purely curiosity, but did you get to keep that [i]iconic[/i] antebellum dress from your American Civil War picture? I thought you looked so lovely in it."[/color]