[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 -> exiting to Trains)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	Reginald gave a polite nod and accepted the lady's hand. [color=b8860b]"Madame, it is an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am pleasantly surprised that the two of you are likewise acquainted with my dear late nephew."[/color] He paused for a second or two, allowing himself to feel the painful brush against what was still a raw memory for him. There had been so much death recently. So much. While he had grieved for Peter's passing long ago, his brief presence followed by his being snatched away yet again had left a hollow within his soul. Reginald was able to remove himself from the abyss of his welling emotion and back into the present. [color=b8860b]"Hmm, yes. It does seem like the world has gotten smaller as of late. Ah, but it does give a sense of adventure, now doesn't it? I shall be succinct, Miss Bella: We are on a mission of great personal and academic value. Our expedition leader and primary scholar, a Lady Vera Munn, is at this very moment indisposed due to illness that we do pray is very temporary. If you've the inclination, I believe that we were about to pay a visit to the local tiles, though I daresay that I've no knowledge on the subject."[/color] 

	Reginald released the woman's hand and turned slightly to J.C., [color=b8860b]"And might I say that your companion is a lady of timeless beauty and old world charm; you are a lucky man, sir."[/color] 

	Giving an eye up the road, the Lord Major noted the shrinking form of Mosi toward the distance. He wasn't sure what she was doing, nor what advantage she might get from touring the roses of this fine city, but he hoped that is was worth the expenditure of what time they had in town, before the riverboat set off yet again. More than that, [color=b8860b]"I hope that young lady will have something to show to the lady footing the bill for her expenses, or to myself for arranging her 'vacation', as it were."[/color] He sighed a little. Maybe she did have some hunch that could be followed up by a visit to the flowers. He might keep his fingers crossed that she caught something that the rest of the group might have missed, were he the ardent finger-crossing type. All he knew was that there was a mission afoot and he hoped that all parties in their Fellowship remembered this, contributing in their own unique ways.

	Speaking of which, [color=b8860b]"Ah, but where are my manners. Mr. Zalil? I appreciate your sense of imperial patriotism, my good man. However, I must remind that, even in the absence of the Lady Munn, neither the Crown nor myself can rightly claim ownership of this little mission. You would serve not the interests of His Majesty, but those of modern Academia, sir! A task to which, I am certain, your scholastic achievements can be better set against than my own, you see. Consider me but your humble organizer and quartermaster, pitching in where I can. The only man who may claim service to myself is the Corporal. To be quite frank, I desire his day-to-day service less as time passes, though I cannot admit that he is a motivated fellow."[/color] 

	Reginald began to walk in the direction of the trains. [color=b8860b]"Miss Bella, J.C., Mr. Zalil, and the remainder of the Fellowship not wandering toward the Bazaar: Let us be off! Our new friends might guide in the temporary hiatus that our dear Vera takes now, if they are willing. Come along, then!"[/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 -> moving toward Bazaar)
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	[color=bdb76b]"Why ma'am,"[/color] declared Corporal Reddish, smiling in a manner that seemed rehearsed yet with a tiny veneer of being shocked, [color=bdb76b]"shopping is [i]precisely[/i] the sport I'm after! Taking a look at the mercantile flotsam and jetsam of the city of Benha is definitely in order, most especially if we must locate that which we are after. It would look frighteningly suspicious if we merely harass the local hawkers for a single suspect object which they likely know is recently illegally acquired, if you'll follow my line of reasoning, Miss Clarke. Why, it'd be downright incompetent of us otherwise."[/color] He offered the young starlet his arm as he began his trek toward the Bazaar, careful not to seem too eager. The truth of the matter was that Reddish was overjoyed to see Josephine out and about that morning. He had a memorable evening with her the previous evening, and barring any mishap that came with the territory of being [i]him[/i], he hoped to have another such hour or two with the young lady while hopefully getting something useful accomplished. 

	[color=bdb76b]"I should add, and candidly, Miss Clarke; the photography has not yet been delivered to my stateroom. I fear that the bow-to-stern search that the staff is undertaking might very well delay that for a little while. I had hoped to return your clothing as a concurrent gesture, of course."[/color] He spoke apologetically, brimming with a goofy sort of confidence of action. Like a man who had everything planned out in some series of steps that, while delayed, still had the expectation of clockwork action following the break of activity. He began to lead them toward the sights ad sounds of the Bazaar, discreetly moving his wallet from his more convenient carrying place to the breast pocket of his uniform jacket. It made the attempt of lifting it from him a less worthwhile, more noticeable endeavor. Call it a holdover from a less innocent time of his youth, plus a healthy respect of a location that probably had its own cutpurses on standby to work the tourists. [color=bdb76b]"Oh, ma'am? Keep a clutch on your personals. Places like this are bloody notorious. And Miss Clarke? Please let me know if anything catches your fancy whilst we are about. I've a mind to get some of that local honey for afternoon tea, m'self."[/color] He gave a reassuring smile, [color=bdb76b]"If it's about, we'll find it."[/color] The change in intonation indicated that he was not talking about the honey with his last statement. 

	[color=bdb76b]"Right! Now, try to look like a sun-addled tourist, ma'am."[/color] He had almost halfway accomplished that very thing already.