[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color] & [color=#255DB3]Richard Barker[/color] [/h1]
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[hr][center]Location: Athribis (Underground)
Skills: [Color=007236]N/A[/color] - [Color=#255DB3]Observation, People-reading, Deduction[/color][/center][hr] 

Richard lifted up his free hand, placing the burning cigarette in-between his lips before reaching up to scratch his nose. Carefully. It was still hurting like the day after St. Patrick's 1911, but still in place. He listened to what the group of shady strangers were telling him, or rather, what they weren't. After his little introduction and subsequent apology to the fine gentleman of English descent and tight trousers, none of them even bothered to accknowledge his presence anymore. The older guy had turned his back on him, same had one of the American gals and the two others. Why, this was going south faster than…Richard was running out of metaphors. Perhaps it wasn't a fog that was making his vision blurry? Perhaps it was very detective spirit that was leaving his body, making him as useless as he felt?

Mahendra meanwhile was paying as little attention to the noisy American than he had done previously, focusing on their way forward and the members of the party who were ready to head into the unknown. Turning to the Lord Major, Mahendra was about to make a suggestion for the good old rear-guard action, when Nora spoke back to him. And not in a manner he was expecting. Mahendra's eyes widened some at her curt words, taken back by it. [Color=007236]"…Miss Kingston, I…My deepest apologies, that was never my intentions."[/color] Mahendra attempted to apologize to Nora, not understanding how she took his words so wrong. He had merely did the gentlemanly thing of asking…perhaps she had misheard him?

Only one of them decided to give the American PI some more attention. It was one of the other American ladies, though Richard really had no way of knowing who she was. Of course, more humorous lines from a Broadway show thrown his way. Moving the cigarette from one corner of his mouth to the other, he looked at her, rolling his eyes at her words but scrutinizing the following line. Tell them who they were looking for, and they could come along? Was the gal trying to trick Richard? From what Richard could gather with his long and bloodied nose, expert eyes and experience, he figured she was telling the truth. Perhaps… 

They were going down into the darkness, into the unknown in search of answers and Miss Belladonna. Who knew if they would discover either of the two, or the cold grasp of Death that would entomb them down there? The thought crossed Mahendra's mind, but he attempted to show it aside as he turned back to the Lord Major and the matter of the rear-guard. [Color=007236]"If I may make a suggestion, Lord Major Sir? I would volunteer for such an important task, but my expertice is better suited up front or in the middle of our column. May I suggest that Miss Benaszweski does the honour? She is already fraternizing with the American…"[/color] Mahendra suggested to the Lord Major as politely and humble as he could, both out of its practicality and his growing issue with Gene.

And just like that, the cat was out of the proverbial bag. Faye stepped out from her cover and made her presence known. Richard watched her make her way over to him, listening to what she decided to tell the group. Perhaps she was right, these weren't the same people who caused the mayhem above ground, but then who were they? Perhaps Faye's more diplomatic attempt would work better with this crowd, so Richard let her speak, giving her time in the spotlight. Letting Faye finish her explaination, Richard let out a puff of cigarette smoke, chimming in his two cents. [Color=#255DB3]"What she said, and some of the Americans who apparently run this dig-site but are nowhere to be found. We just need to ask them some questions."[/color] Richard said briefly to the woman, sighing as he continued. [Color=#255DB3]"We don't want any trouble. Frankly I've been through enough crap today, as you can see. We're both private investigators, we can help."[/color]

With the Fellowship starting to make their way into the tunnel, Mahendra began to follow after Nora who was leading the charge into their Destiny! Mahendra would not take the lead, still feeling apologetic for having caused Nora to feel offended by his words. But he still stood by what he told the Lord Major, his expertice was better used up front. Holding out his burning torch to give the others some light, Mahendra began to survey the path ahead of them. Lauren's earlier and unanswered question about what kind of traps they would come across echoed through his mind, hoping they would not meet the same fate as Belladonna had. 

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Characters current location: Athribis, Underground.
Characters attempted actions: Also following Nora and looking out for traps or anything of interest down in the tunnel.
Any and all skills being used: Excavation, Geology, Understanding of Egyptian superstition
Why each skill is being called: Excavation to draw from his experience in archeology to see if anything of that sort sticks out to him, Geology to see if any of the rocks are looking unusual compared to the others, and Understanding of Egyptian superstition in order to pick out any markings or symbols that might stick out.
Desired location: Athribis, Underground. Following Nora and Gene down into the tunnel.
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