[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 (Sun Deck) -> Benha (Docks)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	To hear the Captain, it sounded very much like there was an investigation proper about to get underway. Moreover, the more clearer the boat was of nonessential personnel during this period, the better. Naturally, [i]nonessential personnel[/i] meant guests, paying or no. The thoughts here had to go toward possible pitfalls of this plan. For Reginald, that came in the form of wondering if it was members of the staff perpetrating these acts of theft and not a guest. It was a difficult time for many people in Egypt; country in transition and whatnot. There was no telling if the motivations of those responsible were simple survival, simple profit, or something more sinister. 

	In better composure since the incident with the Corporal, Reginald addressed the Captain with optimism in his voice, if not completely in his head. [color=b8860b]"Ah excellent, my good sir. I wish to thank you once again for looking into our dilemma, and for your continued hospitality this morning. I've no doubt this shall be handled readily."[/color] He gave a curt bob of his head and rose from the table, intent on meeting the day head on. Of course, he really wasn't sure what that would entail, so perhaps it was best to simply go with the flow of the day and react accordingly, until such time as they could get back underway. 

	Part of this philosophy of taking things as they came was to keep primarily out of the conversations around the breakfast table that did not directly involve himself. Oh, the Lord Major listened. He liked to listen. Maybe not so much concerning the vomiting habits of Vera that morning, but the rest was an interesting collection of observations and such. Most especially, he took note when the Captain described a place just outside of town were persons interested in Egyptian tiles might take a look. Of the persons in his Fellowship, the only person that Reginald knew of with [i]knowledge of ancient tiles[/i] and other items of that nature was Vera, unless someone eluded him. Possibly her new assistant, that Mr. Zalil? Hmm... he may have to bring something up when they were ready to disembark for their day spent locally. 

	He did finally reenter the discussion when Josephine reported another theft, and wished to speak to Vera. [color=b8860b]"With regrets, the Lady Munn is quite indisposed. If Miss Benaszewski is to be believed, it is an illness most violent in nature that keeps her bedridden for the day at least. Perhaps our fortune in the matter lay elsewhere this day."[/color] The last bit was spoken with a hair of derision. But he could not deny the fact that some force or another seemed to be channeling them in a specific direction. 

[center]- [u]Benha (Docks)[/u] -[/center]
	
	Necessary paperwork was tucked away; meal vouchers, ticket, identification, etc., and Reginald was feeling the coming curiosity of the town of Benha. Being as he was in the area for a good, long while in comparison to most people not native to the area, he had been to many ports of call along the Nile on business, though strangely he could not recall if he had been specifically here before. Or if he had, perhaps he just sent off underlings to handle his affairs while he sat back and made the big decisions. He waited near the gangplank for a little bit, eager to speak with whomever of the Fellowship was going to be joining them in town that day. One such person was the American lady, Lauren, with a highly valid question. He responded, [color=b8860b]"Oh, Miss Ridgeway, I've no doubt that we shall be arranged as the fates would have us, be it together or separate. Perhaps a happy medium to planning against destiny would be to agree to meet at one of these local eateries for the midday meal, wot wot? We do as we shall, within reasonable expectations of making safe decisions, and reassemble for luncheon. Tell our tales then, hmm?"[/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 (Sun Deck)
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	Reddish was animated as he ate. Improper in action, certainly, but nothing in and of itself impolite in nature. He responded to the eyebrow raise of the Captain with a friendly smile and warm expression, made around a mouthful of food that was never meant to be a sandwich, yet here was given that very form. The monosyllabic mentions that he was making concerning the quality of his breakfast were like wise quieted for the sake of conversation, eager as Reddish was to understand what the Captain was saying. One point grabbed his attention in particular - the one about him finding his own passport in the town's bazaar once. Yes, this was an avenue of investigation that he was going to have to look into. 

	[color=bdb76b]"Ah... Lord Major?"[/color] he spoke slyly, after having swallowed the last bit of his poached egg & hummus breakfastwich, [color=bdb76b]"Is this to mean that you shall [i]not[/i] be requiring my services, nor do I have any standing orders in the interim Sir?"[/color] He placed one hand atop another and leaned forward, an expectant look on his face. 

	In a dry voice; ever so dry of intonation, Reginald responded, [color=b8860b]"No. That will be all for the foreseeable, [i]Corporal[/i]. You are dismissed."[/color] And then he braced. 

	Reddish rapidly stood to attention, snapped a salute so crisply that his hand seemed to ruffle the very air around his brow, and replied, [color=bdb76b]"Yes, Lord [b][i]MAJOR!!![/i][/b]"[/color] and moved to bound off of the Sun Deck, doggedly in pursuit of his own ends (which were to involve the acquisition of developed photography and delivery of articles of laundered clothing, in the extreme brief). The arrival of Josephine paused his hurried egress in its tracks, as did her emotional report concerning the theft. Reddish took the initiative to reply to the young starlet, his words coming as a realization to himself even as he was saying them aloud. [color=bdb76b]"Madame? Miss Clarke, if I may be allowed, please?"[/color] He gestured toward her and gave an eager, hopeful nod, [color=bdb76b]"It occurs to me that they shall be postponing services on this vessel because the staff will likely be tearing the place apart, looking for the missing items. Likewise, it occurs to me that as soon as we dock, the items may very well leave the boat. There is a bazaar just in town, Miss Clarke. The ne'er-do-well responsible might consider it [i]quite the cunning move[/i] to rid himself of it there for fast profit, if you take my meaning, ma'am. Whist the riverboat's dutiful men handle things here, p'raps we might ...hmm... yes! [i]Broaden our chances[/i], if you will, of locating your grandfather's watch on shore."[/color] 

	Reddish moved to stand beside Josephine, motioning out toward the city docks growing steadily in the view from the side of the boat. [color=bdb76b]"Let us [i]most certainly[/i] see the little shops. Let us taste the local cuisine as well. And while we do [i]precisely that[/i], we shall be doing something about the situation that the lads on the boat cannot. Otherwise, I will just have to go ashore and beg, borrow, or pilfer every pocketwatch that comes into the bazaar this morning and hope one of them is yours. I should much rather have your help."[/color] 

	He flashed a smile the he assumed might be disarming and began to make his way off of the Sun Deck. [color=bdb76b]"[i]Do[/i] please join me, if you would be as understanding of my social shortcomings, Miss Clarke. I've a task ahead of me."[/color] The Corporal continued on his way down to the gangplank, awaiting the push of the crowd departing the riverboat. He could handle the delivery of clothes and developed pictures later on that day. For now, it was clear: The fates had their group pointed toward Benha. Far be it for him to tempt fate. Except for the times that he did, anyway.