[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 vast majority of the people present were here because of the experience and specific training of Lady Vera Munn. Indeed, many strange events occurred just that evening, and to the majority of those present in Vera's office. They were running out of standing room, and rather quickly. However, the Lord Major could not help but note that a great many bits of the conversation were directed at him, not the Lady for whom they had come to speak. Reginald was an authority on a great many things, possibly the highest authority in Cairo on one or two subjects of interest. But he was not the man with which to speak at this moment, unless it was for fast introductions or a quick bit of catching up. 

	Things being equal, his position did warrant that he show a certain amount of etiquette. Not to mention that new people are meeting new people, with himself was a bridge between the groups. There were rules of social engagement that he had to follow in these instances, ones with which the Lord Major was well versed. Afterwards, decent manners dictated that he readdress every inquiry put to him, in proper chronological order. Finally, attention had to be directed back to the person most qualified to handle the situation at hand; in this instance his adoptive niece, Vera Munn. 

	Being a gentleman was exhausting sometimes. 

	Before formalities, Reginald saw to the more immediate discomfort of his friend. He produced a fine handkerchief from an interior pocket, handing it to the bronze-skinned woman and motioning toward her head wound. [color=b8860b]"By all means, I insist that you keep that, Aziza."[/color] he spoke quietly, actual concern still crossing his features. [color=b8860b]"Perhaps we can find you a more or less pleasant spot to sit upon, while you recover from your evening, yes?"[/color]

 	The Lord Major received introduction from her companions, or at least just the one. Leave it to a member of the Royal Army, discharged or no, to take initiative and present himself. Full introduction would have to wait for later, obviously, but he did make it a point to make meaningful eye contact with the young Sergeant, and quietly intone a return greeting. [color=b8860b]"Lord Major Keystone, Royal Air Force, segue Army Air Corps. Pleasure, of course."[/color] He even smiled, just a little. 

	He turned about to present the newcomers accordingly. [color=b8860b]"Lady Munn, Sirs and Madames, I dutifully present Miss Aziza Tarek, an exquisitely talented entertainer. Not gentry in the formal sense, but a woman of noble character nonetheless. Escorting her is a Miss Lauren Ridgeway and Sergeant Harry Walsh, Royal Army - Retired."[/color] 

	Reginald turned to address the newcomers as a group, [color=b8860b]"Miss Tarek, Sergeant Walsh, Miss Ridgeway, I present to you Lady Vera Munn, within whose office you now stand, Librarian and caretaker of priceless knowledges you no doubt seek presently. With us are an array of individuals united under the same purpose to which you no doubt have been made privy. This is Mr. Drake, Miss Kingston, Mr. ahh.... Elvsgaard? Yes, Elvsgaard. Scandinavian fellow. And a  Miss Josephine Clark, as well."[/color] 

	He looked about the room for a moment. [color=b8860b]"Yes, I believe that covers just about everyone. Now, to settle your early query, Miss Kingston: It is absolutely proper to take a dram at this hour, moreso than other times of the day, point of fact. Upon giving it due consideration, were one an individual who partakes in distillations, or even softer fermentations, this day's events would give proper social lubrication to allow for alcohol-based trespasses, such as they might be at other times of the day. In other words, Miss Kingston, this is [i]the[/i] most appropriate time."[/color]

	This was probably the largest group of words that the Lord Major had spoken all day. Generally, he was a vocal man, given to long and somewhat entertaining stories concerning his years behind the stick of a plane or seat of a dirigible, commanding troops on the ground or giving lectures on battle formations, tactics, or the proper method of getting that perfect polish on one's saddle and shoes. Every so often, stories of lost love and family obligation would rattle out, usually with a slight slur associated with an excess of drink. But this was a different sort of conversation, one where his various abilities and experience was of little use. Yet. 

	[color=b8860b]Now, if you would have patience with my anxious nature, I am quite interested in what more Lady Munn has to say on this growing subject. Likewise, I again offer my resources for this venture, as it will most certainly be a venture. I believe we were up to the point where we were discussing traveling up the Nile to confront a city dedicated to Bastet? [i]I'm in.[/i]"[/color]