[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 (Bridge)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	Reginald remained the very image of a no-nonsense officer of the British Military during the walk up the decks, in tow of the boat steward (or whatever the man's job title was, he had only a moderate head for civilian titles of structured rank). Up and up, until the Bridge was in view. When allowed in, he did break with his stalwart attitude long enough to shake the man's hand and give him a hearty, [color=b8860b]"Oh, thank you so much, there's a good chap."[/color] He had palmed a bank note, transferred with the handshake in a manner that many used to tip with discretion, even if such things were cliched. [color=b8860b]"Indeed, thank you sir."[/color] 

	He immediately straightened back to his full height and addressed the Shipmaster in the manner one might an equal, when one was faced with a difficulty that occurred on their watch. [color=b8860b]"Thank you for taking my audience, Captain; I understand that you are a busy fellow. I am the Lord Major Reginald Keystone, commanding officer of the Qasr El Nil Barracks in Cairo. I shall be succinct, as befits the subject of my visit: There was been a breach of the security of your fine vessel, concerning at least one of the rooms used by my group, possibly more, and our belongings in Cargo. Thieves and vandals are aboard your ship, Captain. I believe that it may have happened while we were taking the evening meal, though I am no investigator. Captain, I require decisive action."[/color]

	The tone and volume of Reginald's voice was kept respectful but direct. This was not a person who he could order about; indeed much of his influence evaporated as soon as he removed himself from the Barracks. He did still have a reputation in the area, and comported himself as a gentleman in any case. The Captain's cooperation was greatly desired. [color=b8860b]"I've a man checking against our group's manifest presently, though I cannot attest to personal effects in individual staterooms. I call upon your authority, Captain."[/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 (Elite Deck, Lounge)
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	[color=bdb76b]"Oh indeed, Miss Clarke!"[/color] agreed the Corporal with a smile. He had similar preferences as it came to hard liquor. [color=bdb76b]"I am rather a devotee of the arts of Single Maltery, and/or barrel aged dark liquor, if you take my meaning. Not that I'd [i]turn down[/i] an offered martini in proper circumstances, understand, but there is just something classy and powerful about a dram of good whisky, I've always felt."[/color] 

	Reddish looked down to his own glass, which held a moderate amount of pale wine. Almost sheepishly, he gave a little shrug and took a long sip. It was crisp and floral, dry as he had requested. [color=bdb76b]"Only tonight... as I've already partaken a skosh earlier, you see, I should choose not to indulge too greatly."[/color] He let out a small chuckle, looking a little embarrassed as he attempted to phrase his thoughts appropriately. With a kind of lopsided smile, he leaned in and quieted his voice just a little, [color=bdb76b]"I've the odd occasion to not have the best head for spirits, Miss Clarke. Makes me, ah... [i]Impulsive[/i]. Yes, impulsive! Best word to describe, I suppose. Suggestible, almost. But only sometimes. You've probably a [i]much[/i] better sense of self-determination than myself in that regard, I'd wager."[/color] Reddish nodded vigorously, seemingly agreeing with himself in hindsight. 

	Changing the subject away from his drinking preference, he mentioned, [color=bdb76b]"Ah, but the 'States are [i]such[/i] a big place, are they not? So many climates and natural wonders to take in. Never been, myself, though I do hear that New York is [i]absolutely[/i] the place to be. I stand jealous, madame. Or sit, as the case might be."[/color] 

	As the conversation moved along, the glass in front of the Corporal emptied a little more by a little more, until there was but a small portion of its original contents. He hovered over it for a bit, seemingly unwilling to finish. But duty was a foremost thing, and he was, quite possibly, close to stretching his for personal reasons. Silently admonishing himself, he threw back the remaining wine and brought up the slightly uncomfortable eventuality of the conversation. [color=bdb76b]"Apologies, quite... but I must check in with the Lord Major. If you still wish to accompany, I should be grateful for your presence. If you do not, I shall attempt to catch up afterward. Either way, I believe I should make for his assigned stateroom first, before I go bounding about the ship all willy-nilly."[/color]