[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color] Benha (Trains to Athribis)
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] N/A[/center][hr] 

Mahendra kept his eyes on the cat, watching it as it was picked up by Bella and giving the ball of fur a smile as he enjoyed looking at it. He liked animals, they were both good friends and loyal servants to have, thought a harsh master to be under. Then again, were cats the friend, servant or master? Mahendra could argue for all three, but that was a discussion for another time. Bella's words went past Mahendra, keep furless cats away from smooth surfaces? Mahendra gave her a confused look, but didn't question it. Instead he looked at J.C. with a frown at his not only harsh words, but alos ungentlemanly language! That was no way of speaking in the company of women!

Before Mahendra could voice his opinion on the etiquette of a proper gentleman, Lauren brought up one of the various events that had forever marked certain members of the Fellowship. Quite litterary; The brandings. It certainly would seem that Bella found interest in the topic, to which Mahendra found dismay, concern, but also curiosity. Indeed, why had they been branded? Why those specific brands, and why right now? Mahendra viewed Nora as she explained their situation, that her theory was based around their assigned roles as protectors of Bastet. Once again Bastet was brought forth, which made Mahendra look down at his own belly. 

He was branded too, the mark of Set. He wasn't forgetting that scourching pain any time soon, not for the life of him. [Color=007236]"If I may add, Miss Kingston, the brandings of Set of other members of the group? Does that make the others protectors of other deities, rivals to each other?"[/color] Mahendra asked Nora, a lady with an astute mind as far as he could tell from their little time spent together. He was more impressed with her than with Gene at least, thanks to her somewhat rude quip. [Color=007236]"Miss Benaszewski, do you have any theories of your own then?"[/color]

[hr][center][h1][color=#255DB3]Richard Barker[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=#255DB3]Location:[/color] Benha (Trains)
[Color=#255DB3]Skills: [/color]N/A[/center][hr] 

[color=#255DB3]"Athribis and Leontopolis..."[/color] Richard repeated after the ticket-man, pulling out the cigarette as he breathed out the smoke through gritted teeth. [color=#255DB3]"Great, I just love making choices like these..."[/color] he muttered, clearly not having a good day so far. Richard looked from the man and over to Faye, giving her waiting look as if waiting for her to say something informative about the two sites, perhaps a divine clue from the occult forces that may be. But all that Richard could gain from her supportive stance towards taking the trains, was the feeling he got that he would be the one paying. Oh right, this wasn't New York, out here Richard was expected to do stuff like this. 

His ex-wife had never asked for him to pay for her. Then again, back when they hadn't become ex-wife and ex-husband, Richard had been a decent man. Looked like he'd have to brush off his manners, even if he was rusty. Then the guy continued to explain the two sites for Richard and Faye, thankfully someone was going to. Leontopolis was the typical tourist trap from the sound of it, while Athribis was the place for those looking to get their hands dirty. The latter sounded good to Richard, he knew all about getting his hands dirty on the job, and more people didn't neccecarily mean more clues. More people, more wrong answers. [color=#255DB3]"I say Athribis then. So, how much for two tickets?"[/color] Richard asked the man, holding his wallet ready to pay for their tickets. [color=#255DB3]"What can you tell us about Athribis then? Who's the fellow Yankees that are digging up there?"[/color]