[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 listened only with half an ear to the conversation between the Lord Major and J.C., focusing on the matter of the divine and unexplainable with the remainders of the group. Now he did pick up bits and bobs of their topic, especially the Lord Major's phrase of "King and Country" that he'd heard many times before, but even the Empire had to come second - a very close second mind you - to the subject of their brandings. Mahendra listened intently to everyone and their comments, while he couldn't the image of his own branding out of his head. It was there, right underneath his clothes, branded onto his mortal flesh. 

It seemed that it wasn't only Mahendra who was saddened by the fact they weren't the expert they needed in egyptology, as to Lauren's note on Bastet. It was a true shame that Lady Munn weren't accompanying them for their little excursion, and Mahendra had been unofficially viewed as her replacement. Now he was more than willing to do his part, but was he able? Mahendra viewed Bella and the cat on J.C.'s lap in passing, taking note of Bella's smoothing words that he had to nod to in respectful silence. Indeed, the unknown was what science couldn't explain! What a poetic way of putting it, giving room for both what could be explained and couldn't. 

And then it was announced; Athribis. Mahendra turned his gaze out of the window in search of the ancient city the Lord Major had spotted, his mind clunking along as he wondered what they would find there. Answers he hoped, doom he feared.  [Color=007236]"Quite indeed, Lord Major Sir. She would most certainly have had a wonderful time there, and enlightening for us too."[/color] Mahendra gave a brief shot into the conversation, his view back to the group and the cat on J.C.'s lap.  [Color=007236]"If only the animals of the Gods could pass their wisdom onto us, we'd might learn."[/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] 

They were making progress. Now they weren't making huge progress in their search for whether or not Mr. Gould had been killed or simply succumbed to a regular disease, but they were getting some answers out of the ticket-to-ride man. Even Faye had chimmed in the inquiry with her own questions, causing Richard to turn slightly towards her and give her a look of approval, quickly turning his attention back to the man as he answered them. Yes, this was how the dog barked right. Cigarette in mouth, hands sweaty and eyes on the man, Richard was paying attention. [color=#255DB3]"Aha, don't tell me about it. People should be more open and tell."[/color] Richard commented matter-of-factly, carrying on the conversation. Americans at the dig-site normally left to the museum. Why were there Americans there? Not a huge thumb to stick out, but it was something. 

Then it was Faye's question that got answered, the answer only befitting her unusual choice of expertice. [color=#255DB3]"Oddly sick? Not the regular type of sick then. Was it long ago, pal?"[/color] Richard din't buy into the supposed man's death being caused by a curse for the exact same reason he didn't believe Mr. Gould had beed cursed; when poked, holes appeared all over the theories, and to him this was no different. But the part about getting sick, then burned and eventually dying was food for thought. He'd want to find out more about that incident. [color=#255DB3]"If you don't mind enlightening me, who's wanting to "cash in" as you said?"[/color]

Richard and Faye though didn't get more time to interview him as a new trained pulled up for the passangers to board. Richard payed the man and got their tickets, giving him one last look and tipped his fedora to him. [color=#255DB3]"Thanks for you help, you've been of help."[/color] he said to him as a last fare-well, and started moving towards the train. Trains, he wasn't a great admirer of them. Richard was a man of the city, trams and cabs were his oyster, preferably his own car that he liked driving around in. Out here however, he guessed trains were better. [color=#255DB3]"So we've got fellow Americans digging out in the sandbox and now two men dead after digging for mummies. Sure will be an interesting sight to visit at least."[/color]