[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=darkgoldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Ferry (Elite Deck Dining Area -> His Stateroom)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	The Lord Major raised an eyebrow at the young Mrs. Ridgeway. He understood that certain Americans operated on a level of sociability that was often rapid in comparison to the rules of courtship from his time, but it was considered heavily improper (even by the day's standards) for a man of his age to stop into the private cabin of a woman Lauren's age in the broader hours of the evening. He must have been a mistake in translation from English to English somewhere along the line in their conversation. Reginald had honestly thought that his dining companion had meant to gift him an amount of her family's spirits in passing rather than to make a private event of it. 

	Now, it was up to him to try to back out as gracefully as the situation would allow. As he readied himself to speak, Reginald caught sight of George entering the dining area. [color=b8860b]"I, ah... Oh, Mr. Benaszewski!"[/color] He cleared his throat and continued, an idea already forming. [color=b8860b]"Yes, indeed it is a good evening, Mr. Benaszewski, and a fine pleasure to see you upon it. I assume the rest of our party has likewise dined already, yes?"[/color] Reginald gave a furtive glance toward Lauren, then back to George, [color=b8860b]"If I might impose upon you, my good man? I've just remembered a matter that requires handling. Would you escort Mrs. Ridgeway back to her quarters while I see to my affairs?"[/color] 

	Reginald touched the shoulder of a passing steward, quietly speaking to him in the native language and local dialect of the region. The man nodded, apparently voicing an affirmation to the Lord Major, which prompted a smile from the old soldier. Immediately following, he looked to Lauren and George and translated in summary, [color=b8860b]"The young man with whom I was just speaking is delighted to deliver Mr. Zalil's food to his quarters with our regards, should you wish it, Mrs. Ridgeway. Now, my apologies, madame, but I must be off. Perhaps I shall see you taking advantage of the nightlife later on. Do please excuse me."[/color] He gave a curt bow and set off for his room. A few paces away, he paused for just a moment and turned back to George, [color=b8860b]"Ah perhaps, we might sit and talk over the fill of a pipe, or a good cigar if that more suits you, Mr. Benaszewski? Just us military men, if we've all the time for it. Well, until later."[/color] before resuming his paces. 

	

[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] Arabic [/center][hr][hr]

	A broad, content smile passed over the face of the Corporal as he moved to link is arm with Josephine's. [color=darkkhaki]"Indeed we shall, by your leave, madame! I would be grateful to take the night air as it wafts about the Elite Deck; it is more fitting to a lady of your outgoing standard anyhow, I'd wager."[/color] he responded, reaching into his khaki drill coat to procure his own ticket. [color=darkkhaki]"Just as much as I should be [i]honored[/i], Miss Clarke, simply [i]honored[/i] to be taken under your wing of access, I find that my own ticket allows access, being as I am in the service of... of..."[/color] Reddish removed his hand from inside of his coat and began to poking it into pockets elsewhere on his person, [color=darkkhaki]"Of the, ah, the Lord Major, um..."[/color] He began to look very vexed for just a moment. Even alarmed. Having exhausted the pockets of his issued uniform frock, he took a step away from Josephine and started slapping every pocket on his person in a steadily more frantic manner. 

	[color=darkkhaki]"Dear soggy St. Swithun, and [i]all the Bishops of bloody Winchester[/i]! Some son-of-a-headboard knocking strumpet's gone away with my... half a moment."[/color] The corporal unbuckled his utility belt and thunked it heavily upon the table. With it went a trio of belt pouches, one of his bayonets, and his pistol within closed holster. He hastily unbuttoned his coat and flung it upon the back of the chair nearest him. What he saw underneath prompted him to point a finger toward the sky with a triumphant, [color=darkkhaki]"HA!"[/color] The good and dutiful Corporal had apparently missed his interior pocket when he initially put the ticket away, allowing it to slip down and catch in the waistband of his pants. 

	Before he could give a sigh of relief, a steward seemed to materialize right next to him, carrying a sightly green-tinted bottle with a label covered in German script. Reddish's head whipped around, genuinely surprised at the sudden appearance of the man. He was barely able to get out a stammer in what was supposed to be Arabic, [color=bdb76b]"Shuk... shukra jaz,"[/color] before recognizing that he was failing miserably and ending his suffering with a succinct, [color=bdb76b]"Ah, bloody [i]danke[/i]."[/color] 

	He quickly buckled his utility belt back on and poured two glasses of the wine before noticing that he had totally forgotten to replace his jacket. Instead of viewing this as another minor setback or scatterbrained act, the Corporal decided to use it as opportunity. He pushed the sleeves of his grey-blue undershirt up to his elbows, as if it was what he intended, inadvertently displaying a series old scars that crisscrossed his forearms. His voice snapped back to its earlier, much more smooth and cultured nature as he held out to Josephine a full wine glass with one hand and his jacket with the other. [color=bdb76b]"The Nile winds carry a chill with them at night, Miss Clarke. I wouldn't have you uncomfortable when I could fix it."[/color] He raised an eyebrow, a warm smile appearing, [color=bdb76b]"Do sample the vintage as you come to it. It is [i]remarkably[/i] sweet."[/color]  

	With a nod in the direction of the stairs leading to the Elite Deck, Reddish enthusiastically responded to Josephine's first question, [color=bdb76b]"And I do [i]indeed[/i] wish to visit the deck above. Let's go quickly, before [i]something else[/i] happens."[/color]