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

	It was something of a polite nod that Priscilla wholeheartedly agreed with the his suggestion to have the Fellowship meet up for the midday meal, giving them ample time to pursue their own interests in and about the city of Benha otherwise. He smiled a genteel smile, if tinged by just a bit of smugness. Of course it was a good idea! Downright practical, if you asked him. But the following statements given by the younger, adventurous young lady gave Reginald the urge to scratch his head and wonder a bit. Okay, so there might be a cause for further consideration by the rest of the group as well, being as specifics were not really mentioned at any point in the discussion following until Lauren happened to come up with a compromise. [color=b8860b]"Quite, madame. I suppose that is the best that our group may hope to accomplish, awash in the newness of a fresh location to explore. Let us then plan to gather hereupon the Docks, and select a local eatery at that time. There must be several nearby. Now, on to business!"[/color] 

	Reginald took a look around as if he was forgetting something, when it occurred to him that he really hadn't the slightest notion as to what "business" was, aside from exiting the ship. Well, something drew them all together. The horrifying chunks of death and mayhem aside, whatever that something was it was guiding them along on some purpose or another. But just in case there [i]was[/i] something that one of them could do, he asked aloud, [color=b8860b]"I don't suppose that I am speaking foolishly, but is anyone in our little band qualified to appraise or decipher those tiles that Vera was on about? It should bear some looking into, I would imagine. Mr. Zalil... have you any experience with this?"[/color] Sadly, the Lord Major did not. But a good commander (despite his [i]not[/i] commanding this expedition) deferred to the knowledge of specialists within his squad. Though he had no bearing whatsoever, someone else might. 

	And speaking of someone else, a man whom the Lord Major did not see depart the ship, though somehow made his way to them from within the city, appeared before them. The very man who risked life and limb to assist Mahendra and later Vera out of the Nile following their perspective incidents with involuntary diving lessons. [color=b8860b]"Ah yes, Mr. ... Mr. [i]C[/i], I believe. It is a solid pleasure, sir. I did not know that you were aboard the boat with your, ah, your [i]lass[/i], sir."[/color] It was not a word that he had the habit of using, lass. Assumption of any relationship that he and this woman might have could lead to disharmony, which he sought to avoid. [color=b8860b]"I shall be rather open, you see. Our merry collective of adventurers are heading in our perspective directions to amass what knowledge and experiences as one may in this town whilst things are handled aboard the boat. If you've the inclination to assist, I shan't stop you. But for myself, I would be quite satisfied to go where fate would have me. Where then would you recommend? I've til noon to occupy my time. After you, sir, with whomever else would care to join us."[/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] Benha (Docks)
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	Reddish stayed toward the periphery of the conversation unfolding among the people with which he had set out from Cairo. They seemed to have a touch of a difficulty with organization. This might be expected; after all, they didn't have the superior planning and task-mindedness so commonly associated with His Majesty's Royal Armed Forces. Moreover, none of them appeared to give a more or less rat's fuzzy hindquarters about what he was doing with himself in their presence, so he didn't feel the need to contribute to a conversation to which he was not party. Besides, he had his own plans for the day. Those plans involved scouting the Bazaar for just the right pocketwatch, provided that he could suss out which one it might be, if indeed it was there. In any rate, the best way to find something is to look, or so his dear old dad would say. Reddish was not the type to be idle for very long. 

	As the others continued plotting their hours for the day, the Corporal slipped a little farther away from the knot of Fellowship persons, scanning the few trickling off of the boat that security had given the heave-ho, and then the people around them with the intent of locating Josephine and beginning his epic quest with someone who could identify the pilfered item. He was still very clearly in view of the rest of them, merely stepping to more closely read the street signs. The one which caught his attention pointed him toward the very location(s) to which he was hoping one might; Market and Bazaar. Just the place to find hot merchandise procured by vendors of questionable moral outlook. He glanced back to the others, scanning for the American starlet, before taking his first couple of steps toward his intended destination. [color=bdb76b]"Back at noon then, Lord Major! I shall strive to be punctual, worry yourself not, Sir!"[/color] He checked his own watch to gauge the hours at his disposal and wound it for good measure. Reddish had somewhere to be.