[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Egyptian Museum[/center][hr]

[Color=DF0101]"Well in that case, Miss Munn, I take it that an article on this subject will be unheard of?"[/color] Haakon slipped the comment to Vera, his eyes breaking sight with Josephine's nearly glowing eyes of enthusiasm. The journalist inside him craved writing of this extraordinary series of events, the prospect of the sales nearly glowing as much in his gaze as the starlet's. But the sceptict of his mind was less enthusiastic about it. 

[Color=DF0101]"Not that anyone would believe it, but the fact that I feel branded like a cattle is hard for me to ignore. At least sober. Lord Major, you offered a drink I heard?"[/color]