[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/c224f7b0f20cc6f4e3f50ca5c82b572e/tumblr_oazl0uJv271todga9o2_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=F48CA7]Location:[/color][/b] Benha (The Markets)
[b][color=F48CA7]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Josephine felt herself growing more desperate. So far, the search had yielded no results. Granted, would the thief try to sell the watch right away knowing they would be amongst the others on the ship? Surely, they would hide it until the time was right, most likely when they reached their destination where they could travel away somewhere, perhaps selling it underground-like. And why the hell did they steal just her watch? That was the piece of the puzzle that continued to trouble her. She had all sots of lovely things any thief worth their weight in alt would grab, but they went after her prize possession.

And then it hit her. Events leading up to this were beginning to make some semblance of sense now. Perhaps this thief had been tailing them for a bit now. Perhaps this was a way of telling her to get off this journey. The accident in the museum with Haakon? Hadn’t she assumed it was not an accident? She had a gut feeling for it. Too many mystery novels perhaps.

She eased closer to Reddish to maintain their ruse, but she dropped her voice to a whisper. [color=F48CA7]“Darling, I am beginning to think we may not find it out here, but I’ve been thinking. I think whoever stole from me and possibly Lady Munn did so as a warning. A way of saying we are on the right track with all this mystery and that we could be in danger if we continue. The accident at the museum made me think that before.”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F7E2E8]Faye Masterson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://steamusercontent-a.akamaihd.net/ugc/920294682284009688/2C3E86F3AEFCAC130B3FCF8AC67BC1264F2A7298/?interpolation=lanczos-none&output-format=jpeg&output-quality=95&fit=inside%7C1024%3A641&composite-to=*,*%7C1024%3A641&background-color=black[/img][hr][b][color=F7E2E8]Location:[/color][/b]Benha (Train Depot/Tours)
[b][color=F7E2E8]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Faye brushed the dirt and sand off of Richard, keeping quiet about her thoughts. So far, she had avoided anything dangerous, but Richard seemed almost a magnet for chaos. Maybe it wasn’t a coincidence he mocked the supernatural and kept getting into trouble. But she bit her lip. She needed him as much as he needed her, that much was evident.

[color=F7E2E8]“That makes sense. He would be the best bet at the train depot. Surely if our man came through here, he would have needed a ticket. Good show Richard.”[/color] She followed her companion along as he began to speak to the man in Arabic. Thankful he was able to speak the language, as she knew barely any of it, she kept her eyes out for anything of note. Some other people had come along in their direction, but she paid them little mind. 

She was now more determined than ever to solve this, especially to prove Richard wrong. It was doubters like him that made her job more difficult but also more rewarding. Especially when she would be looked down upon due to her age or gender. If one thought about it, women did hold quite a bit of power. She thought of the women she saw on the silver screen. Or the many women before her fighting for a chance to make it in a man’s world. She would do them justice, even if it meant getting involved in the supernatural spookiness.