[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location:[/color] Athribis
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] Natural Geography[/center][hr] 

And thus it was decided, it would seem. The Fellowship would disregard the voiced questionable expertice of the Egyptian tour-guides and head straight to the source; The dig-site. Mahnedra would find it interesting to find himself once again in a proper sight of excavation, after having spent too long outside of one. He missed his time excavating the Norman castles in England, and unlike their need for someone proficient in Egyptology, excavation was something Mahendra could contribute to. Though he did raise a brow at the whispering between their self-declared guide Bella and J.C., something about a distraction? Lauren beat him to questioning it, however, and so he would not pick it up himself. 

Now Mahendra was not familiar with specifically Egyptian excavations, but as they began strolling towards their intended destination, he felt a sense of excitement grow in him. Pushing aside the dreadful feeling of fear and death from earlier, it was a nice change of scenery. Speaking of scenery, Mahendra casually looked around the Fellowship as they moved, looking at the never-ending landscape of desert, people, ruins and less-ruined structures. He wasn't sure was he was looking for, but as his eyes moved around the landscape, something stuck out to him. Mahendra paced forward to reach the Lord Major, getting within talking distance. 

[Color=007236]"Lord Major? I am not certain it is a cause for concern, but I find this interesting."[/color] Mahendra quietly tried to get the Lord Major's attention, his head nodding at various areas as he continued. [Color=007236]"Do you see, Sir? Some of those areas, they appear as if they should be part of the excavations and whatnot. But they aren't, not even by the tourist guides. If I may spoke boldly, Sir…"[/color] Mahendra stopped for a moment of dramatic effect, looking at the non-used areas. [Color=007236]"…it appears they are being avoided. Appears, I must point out, I have only my suspicions or thoughts. Sir."[/color]

[hr][center][h1][color=#255DB3]Richard Barker[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=#255DB3]Location:[/color] Benha (Train to Athribis)
[Color=#255DB3]Skills: [/color]Deduction[/center][hr] 

Richard leaned back in the reasonably worn-out train seat he had beside Faye, enjoying the comfort he could give to his sorry ass once in a while as he looked arond the train cabin. As the train was pulling out of the station and the landscape was pushed past the windows, Richard was leaning more and more on the point that fewer people meant fewer prying eyes on the unlikely duo. Richard noticed that people were minding their business, which frankly was something more people this day and age should do. Stop spying at the neighbours through your window every waking hour of the day and feed your damn cat! 

Then again, who was going to pay Richard to snoop around then? Yeah, it was a neccesary evil that put bread on Richard's table. Not for breakfast, mind you. 

With few to no one bothering him and Faye, Richard rested his head for a moment backwards on his seat, continuing to use his fedora as a fan in a heat he swore was going to kill him someone, 'less he do it first. Something was grinding inside his head. A question. [color=#255DB3]"Who's the Americans?"[/color] He asked Faye, not looking at her as his eyes rested looking up at the ceiling. Richard tried to remember, had he heard anything about Americans digging in the huge sandbox that was Athribis. It was a long shot, he wasn't as consumed by the whole Egyptology fad that most upper-class wine-sippers were back home. As he grinded his gears, nothing came to mind. Typical, perhaps he should start reading some books or something?