[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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	Reginald gave Aziza a warm and polite smile, then nodded to either of her companions in appreciation. The formality with which he treated the local entertainer was rounded off by a level of fond familiarity, the kind that ordinarily wouldn't be present among two people of such differing social strata. There was genuine, expressive appreciation for the presence of her friends, especially if it meant that, in some way, it ensured her safety. Hopefully, his expression brought those feelings across as he did not verbally express it well, past his words earlier. The Lord Major had a fondness for hearing himself speak, certainly, but the room was getting crowded by people growing in impatience; manners dictated he minimize his addition to the conversation unless it was pertinent to the direct subject at hand. 

	As it turns out, he did have a suggestion. [color=b8860b]"Yes of course, Lady Munn. I have been on all manner of overland military excursions, you see, even across these very sands. Might I suggest that you get in touch with some of the local garrisons' Commanding Officers. They may be able to requisition or outright provide much of the equipment you require. It might not be as comfortable as many would prefer, but such provisioning has kept up the Empire since its founding, and is suitable to the task."[/color] 

	He considered Vera's mention of, specifically, [i]comforts[/i]. Reginald was an older man now, and though accustomed to various hardships, he was not the strapping young man he was thirty or forty years ago. He had much in the way of comforts, afforded him by his seniority and, of course, military rank. Taking them on the road was indeed possible, but it wouldn't hurt to bolster such things and provide a little to others. 

	Medical supplies were another thing he could readily requisition. So long as his own men were shorted nothing, the R.A.F. wouldn't mind too much. Well, so long as the paperwork was processed in good order, with a compelling (or routine) reason for th additional supplies. It was not an undertaking to be entered into frivolously, but as Vera was a sitting member of the nobility, it was the charge of the British Military to look after their interests. It still might require some massive explanation, however. 

	It was then that another idea came to Reginald, one that he shared openly. [color=b8860b]"Or... do you think it would be a feasible alternative to simply charter a transport plane? I might happen to know a pilot..."[/color] The Lord Major grinned, giving a wink or two to those nearby. It may solve a number of their problems, not the least of which being shelter. If the situation made such an idea practical.