[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 -> Qasr El Nil Barracks (Courtyard)
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[sub]Egyptian Museum located at the top right, literally across the street from the Barracks.[/sub]
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	There was nothing like drama to clear out a party. Indeed, the numbers seemed to be already thinning out; what was not accomplished by subtleties and polite nudging had been positively effected by a more abrupt series of social faux pas. The Lord Major was annoyed at a couple of his new acquaintances and their overly familiar nature with Peter, a man they had just met. If he were feeling haughty, a man for whom certain respects should be paid by the common populace, at that. 

	It was a trace of a holdover ethic from years ago. Reginald's position had always given him an air of aristocratic elevation, in his mind and in the minds of many others. His time in the military, serving among many folk of both noble and common upbringing had chipped away at his more classist beliefs. His relationship with an East Londoner that gave him a child but cost him his marriage had sorely damaged it, at least inwardly. The Lord Major maintained his robust, superior attitude anymore because it was his role to play in society, both among his class and in the military. For instance, most people thought his friendship with Aziza was a fluke. Instead, it was a sign of an changing man. 

	But some of these people were dancing bodily on his nerves, changing man or no. Thankfully, he had a solution. As some left and others gathered toward him, Reginald made good on his promise to escort them all to the Barracks Courtyard. [color=b8860b]"Yes, well then. Gather around ladies and gentlemen, let us be off."[/color] He gave a quick nod back to Vera and her small group of technical experts, saying, [color=b8860b]"Please do be along as you are able. The guards know you, Lady Munn, and will allow you and your entourage, should you care to join. I shall inform them of the possibility."[/color] He intoned his parting with a simple, [color=b8860b]"My Lady."[/color], and walked purposefully out of the room. 

	Being as the Barracks were a mere walk across a lot, it was a very short matter of time until they were in seats, under oil lamps and in the evening air of Cairo. Reginald had, as promised, inform the guards that Vera might be stopping by (and indeed could have guests), but not to let anyone else in not escorted. [color=b8860b]"Yes, yes. Lady Munn and two others, if a question arises about their legitimacy, send for me. We shall be in the courtyard."[/color] 

	Upon entry to what had become the old man's second home, the Lord Major stopped a junior officer coming onto night duties, informing him that there would be guests. [color=b8860b]"Pay attention there, lad! His Royal Majesty's Flying Corps will be entertaining dignitaries, of sorts. Have accommodations made ready for those who require it, civilian access of course. And do have repast prepared for us - quickly mind you, and from the Officer's Mess. I have my thoughts on that date bread from earlier, as well as some smoked meats and fresh fruit. Aha! And libations, lad. An assortment of spirits and mixers, on mobile tray. Chop chop! People are waiting."[/color]

	He returned to the group, now taking up the role of dutiful host. Selecting a seat from among the outdoor furniture, he settled in for the short intermission until the drinks arrived. While displaying remarkable patience in his epic quest to wait for booze, Reginald produced a short-stemmed pipe and began to pack it with a personal store of aromatic tobacco. [color=b8860b]"Thank you all for joining me here and allowing Lady Munn to go about her duties without our paltry distractions. It would seem that we have quite a bit of acquainting to do, before we embark on this little endeavor. If indeed we [i]do[/i], of course." 

	"But first things first. Peter, old boy! You are in excellent constitution for a dead man. If it is not too personal a question amongst strangers, whatever had become of you? Do not feel pressure to indulge an old man at this time, if you choose to remain reticent. I shall understand."[/color]