[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 (Trains)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Engineering [/center][hr][hr]

	That Reginald got a chuckle out of his little joke wasn't an unexpected thing. It was nothing but a tiny bit of punnery and he was occasionally accused of being a little smug. He didn't really expect much of a reaction from the rest of his group, which is why he wasn't surprised by the verbal nudge from Mahendra that was motivated, no doubt, by social politeness more than actual amusement. Well, no matter. The Lord Major appreciated the gesture nonetheless. The mention by the lady introduced to him as Bella, on the other hand, did. He was not certain why it stood out, but there it was nevertheless. Again, no matter really. Reginald smiled politely back at her and, when she offered her hand, accepted it in the proper manner of a gentleman of noble breeding. [color=b8860b]"But of course. I am your man in the intervening moments, Miss Bella."[/color] He gave a polite nod and, confident that the fellow would procure the tickets faster than his ordered attempt, began to escort her toward the train they intended to board. 

	Along the way, he took note of the great iron machine that was to deliver them to the ancient site of Athribis. Looking first to Bella, then broadening his attempt at conversation to include the others, Reginald vocalized his findings of the train. [color=b8860b]"This is a lovely machine,"[/color] he began, sweeping his hand toward the locomotive engine. [color=b8860b]"While some many things do not change in the vast wonder of Egypt, this grand conveyance was quite recently installed here. From the looks of it, a year or less ago. Yes, quite the stalwart and efficient machine. Piques an old man's interest; we hadn't trains like this during the Great War, don't you know."[/color] 

	So much as he could have gone into the expectations of the train ride, including comparisons of stopping distances and mechanical delay times between fuel priming and noticeable increase of velocity, it was sometime around then that he (and the others) acquired his ticket from J.C. [color=b8860b]"Oh, thank you so much, my good man. Jolly decent of you."[/color] The Lord Major handed Bella back off to J.C. with a curt bow and stepped toward the embarking stairs of the train, curious and anxious both about where they were going next. [color=b8860b]"Ladies, gentleman, come! We must away."[/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 (Bazaar)
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Investigation/Espionage [/center][hr][hr]

	The constant stream of common Arabic being flung back and forth was difficult for Reddish to follow, even though the man was versed in the local language. Truly, this sort of setting was a massive contributing factor in the commonly held stereotype of the Arab Trader. Well, if a people are good at something, it would be a disservice for Reddish to speak ill of it. Or at all, at this point. The nature of their surroundings were a touch chaotic and he didn't really want to miss out on a detail of what was going on, just in case something of note revealed itself. 

	Reddish decided to focus his attention away from the back-and-forth conversation in front of him, instead dealing with the Bazaar, or at least the part of in in which he was standing, as a whole. Intelligent eyes studied the people and wares around them, all the while setting a look of nigh total joyous obliviousness to his countenance. While he was amazingly successful at appearing like he lacked any sort of practical cognizance, the more investigative attempt was met with failure. Maybe it was time for a change in tactic. 

	[color=bdb76b]"Oh Dearest,"[/color] he began to Josephine, putting an arm about her waist and stepping away from the merchant's table, [color=bdb76b]"this is the [i]most[/i] interesting little roadside stall, now isn't it? But I've a mind for..."[/color] he leaned in closer and spoke as quietly as he dared, wishing to avoid other ears from understanding him yet still conveying his words to Josephine, [color=bdb76b]"[sub]Right, might not have been handed off yet. If it hasn't, it won't be so long as we're in plain sight.[/sub]"[/color] Returning to his normal pitch and volume, he continued with, [color=bdb76b]"...so I'd just be [i]overjoyed[/i] to examine the wares over, hmm, well... over [i]there[/i], Miss Clarke."[/color] Reddish pointed to another merchant stall fairly nearby, one that seemed to be selling clothing. He hadn't taken too close of a look at where he was pointing, so when his head angled around in the direction of the stall, he seemed to be surprised to see that he was, in fact, staring down an intricate looking belly dancer's outfit surrounded by others of its ilk. 

	A rather considered look moved over his features, as if he was processing a thought that he dare not speak aloud. With the slightest hesitation, he asked Josephine, [color=bdb76b]"Mayhap we should, ah, [i]look around[/i] a bit, Miss Clarke? I do [i]so[/i] appreciate the fashions of the area. Especially that piece! That would look just smashing on..."[/color] He appeared to weigh his options, such as they were, [color=bdb76b]"You. Yes! Of course, you. [i]Smashing[/i]. Would you care to give it a gander, madame?"[/color] At the very least, she might walk away from this day with an exotic souvenir courtesy of the Corporal, be it a paltry replacement for a family heirloom. They could circle back after a bit and see if any of the wares had changed out.