[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=b8860b][b]Location:[/b][/color] Egyptian Museum
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	The conversation in Vera's office, at first a jumble of individual ideas given an appearance of overlapping monologues with the occasional dip into brief dialogue. Reginald himself was guilty of this; he had questions for his adoptive niece the same as everyone else present. If he were truly honest with himself, he would have realized that he was there for the same reason everyone else was: He wanted something, and Vera was best suited to the task. The fact that he had genuine concern for the woman notwithstanding, he interrupted what was going to be a night of drinking and diversion to get some kind of explanation, finally, for his recurring dreams. 

	The Lord Major hoped to get some manner of order to the conversation. [color=b8860b]"Come along then! Ladies, Gentlemen, Miss Clark... This office looks like a split between the Mayfair and dollymop's sitting parlour. If I may risk a suggestion: Let us quickly learn what we can here, and abscond to more casual locales to plot our next move. I can assure you, my own interest in this unusual turn of events is quite piqued. If any of you feel the same, I might be able to suggest a place or two that offers both privacy and visibility. And one or two spots with nothing but privacy. A good stiff drink wouldn't be out of the question either, I daresay."[/color] 

	Reginald was about to speak again, likely some manner or rallying speech or stodgy admonishment of the way he perceived people were treating Vera, when a familiar voice was heard from the doorway. He knew instantly who this person was, without need to turn his head in the least. The accent, in this area, was somewhat rare. [color=b8860b]"By Jove, what brings you to this place, Miss Tarek? It is excellent to see you, of course, and quite unexpected. You have indeed located the Lady Mu..."[/color] 

	He stopped, finally noticing the injury on the familiar woman's forehead. Today looked to be an eventful day for more than the handful of strangers with which he had just been acquainted. In a less authoritative, more concerned voice, the Lord Major continued, [color=b8860b]"I say, Aziza, whatever has happened? Do you need assistance?"[/color]