[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 may not look like she had much going on upstairs. And, truth be told, it often worked to her advantage. Everyone always assumed she was the ditzy, blonde actress who was paid to show up on the screen and look beautiful. What they often did not anticipate is that she had a brain and used it frequently. She had to memorize scripts after all. Not to mention this isn’t the first time someone has tried to take advantage of her. Before, back when she was naïve, she would have jumped at this.

It was also more likely that they saw her as the arm candy of Reddish. There because Reddish had money to burn to spend on his pretty wife or girlfriend. She pitied people like that. She really did. While she may not understand the language, she understood a crook when she saw one.

So donning her best, most powerful tone, she leaned across the stall at the man, making sure she gave him an enjoyable view before she spoke. [color=F48CA7]“Good sir. It appears you are vastly overpricing that item for my darling here. While I can appreciate a businessman like yourself wanting to make a profit, do not think we are some silyl tourists eager to buy wares from just any old place. We want the best, you see. If you have it, then I am sure we can come to a more reasonable price. Otherwise, I believe we are done here. Come, lover. If this man cannot satisfy our needs, then he does not deserve our business. Good day sir.”[/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]

It might have been silly on her part to let Richard handle things given how it seemed fate liked to rock him about, but he managed to find a man who could understand English quite well. On top of that, he seemed knowledgeable about the goings on around him. So that worked in their favor. And he knew of an American ran site. It was the best possible lead they had at the moment. Granted, the man could just be trying to sell tickets to tourists, but beggars could not be choosers.

[color=F7E2E8]“Yes, I believe a train ride is in order then. Hopefully we will find something there otherwise I fear this may have all been a wash.”[/color] She noticed the one train had already began to leave and she cursed their luck. They would have to wait for the next train to leave, which hopefully would be soon. She didn’t want to wait around any more than she had to. Though, perhaps the train was luxurious enough to warrant it. She hadn’t traveled much by train before.

[color=F7E2E8]“May as well buy one for the next train unless you want to trek back to the main area. I think this is our best bet though. At least, I hope it is.”[/color] She would let Richard purchase the tickets (he was a gentleman after all) unless for some reason his sleeve caught on fire again from the sun’s rays, in which case she would consider going at it alone since it would have been evident that the forces were working against him.