[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color] Second Deck (Dining) -> Benha (Docks)
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] N/A[/center][hr] 

[Color=007236]"Sighseeing around the town?"[/color] Mahendra repeated Mosi's plans for the day, taking a moment to consider what his own plans were as well, before she promptly offered him to join her. In all honesty Mahendra hadn't thought too much about what the whole new day could be filled with. He hadn't been on these kinds of tours before, and the only thing that had crossed his mind was to rendevous with the Fellowship and explain the strange events of the previous day. But as Mosi spoke, it dawned on him that a city-visit wouldn't necessarily cross that out. [Color=007236]"If I may, then yes I would like to join you. But I'd like to find the others as well, if just to say good morning."[/color]

Mahendra had finished his most pleasent cup of tea before he followed suit after Mosi. The sight of Benha in front of him was, if not breathtaking, certainly one enjoyable one. The closest Mahendra had to witnessing this was when he first travelled to England long ago, or him arriving to the Middle East as a soldier even further back. Today he was a civilian though, and had only the duty of a free man to contend with; Or rather a free assistant to a most respectable lady of a expedition leader. Mahendra took note of the voucher handed out for lunch on land, and carefully tucked it close to his body alongside his new ticket and other belongings. He hoped today would be less falling into the Nile and more pleasent things. 

On firm land again, Mahendra took a good breath as he felt a little surer that he wouldn't fall into any massive pool of water, sticking close to Mosi. [Color=007236]"About yesteday, my dear Mosi..."[/color] Mahendra was about to explain the events of yesterday, perhaps hoping that she would not completely throw his brush with the unexplainable away, when he noticed Lauren at the docks with them. He halted his words, giving his dear friend a smile and a wave. [Color=007236]"Oh look, I do think I found some of our fellow companions."[/color] 


[hr][center][h1][color=#255DB3]Richard Barker[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=#255DB3]Location:[/color] Lower Deck (Dining) -> Benha (Docks)
[Color=#255DB3]Skills: [/color]N/A[/center][hr]  

[Color=#255DB3]"What? The high-ups don't want the lower classes to mingle around their tight-assed noses? Well that does complicate things..."[/color] Richard was done with his coffee as Faye finished her elaborating on the plans for that day. He put the now sadly empty cup on a nearby table, just tasting the slowly dissapating spots of coffee left in his mouth one last time before he was left dry Rirchard continued to listen to Faye as she suggested they head out to the city to search for clues. Now that didn't sound like a bad idea, even if Faye sounded like said clues would drop from the sky by angels or something. [Color=#255DB3]"Now that's a fancy word, "premonition". Remind me to look it up in a dictionary. Come on, we've got work to do."[/color] Richard half-wittedly said, standing up and heading towards the main deck and the gangplank. 

[Color=#255DB3]"So let's see, first of we've got Mr. Gould, that's our primary vic'."[/color] Richard stated as he walked calmly through the ship and towards the stairs, pulling out his box of cigerattes and preparing a smoke, as if back in his office talking to himself before starting a case. [Color=#255DB3]"Secondly we've got our funny bunch from yesterday, Mr. Fraklin the Journal man and our Olympic Swimming Team."[/color] Richard continued on, placing the cigarette in his mouth and fiddling for the lighter. [Color=#255DB3]"I hope you're right about us getting some clues, 'cause my gut tells me it ain't gonna be a walk in a park. Especially with Mr. Gould, much less with the others. But the Gould-case is what we're getting paid for, so..."[/color] Richard found the lighter as he had ascended the stairs and made his way to the gangplank, grabbing a voucher on the way as there wouldn't be any lunch onboard today. Or for Richard, breakfast. [Color=#255DB3]"...so we should prioritize that. Let me think for a moment..."[/color]

Richard lit his cigarette and took a good, deep first breath of nicotine in and a good look at the city of Benha lying in front of them. His detective-brain was at work. [Color=#255DB3]"What do you think is a good first place to start nosing around? Perhaps a local hospital or something. If Mr. Gould got seemingly sick just after his little dinner date with King Tut, perhaps he went there before going home?"[/color] Richard mused out-loud to Faye, his detective-partner as he began descending the gangplank. In all honesty they didn't have a whole lot to go on, except grieving widow's suspicions and a most-likely coincedental path crossed by a mummy. But unless Faye had something better to think of, Richard would try that approach. At the very least perhaps he could get something for his nose? [Color=#255DB3]"What'ya think, Miss Masterson? Any premonition about that?"[/color]