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	Peter looked over to his uncle and chuckled as he rubbed his face, shaking his head a bit in the process. [color=82ca9d]"Fair enough Uncle, I can't find any harm in it."[/color] He wasn't going to fault his uncle for wanting a bit of a celebration at the moment. What he said was true. He had been thought dead for quite some time and now that he had returned he was going to try to move on with his life. Taking the flute of champagne as it was offered he raised it slightly and gave a nod. [color=82ca9d]"To affection and honor my dear uncle,"[/color] he added before smiling over towards Lauren and taking a long sip from the crystal glass. Letting out a satisfied breath he found a seat and rested himself down, letting his cane rest next to him as he took in the story of what was going on with this group of people his (he hoped) soon to be fiance was helping. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Well that is quite the story uncle and if it had come from anyone else's mouth I doubt I would believe it but you are above reproach when it comes to such matters. I would like to help if you think my services and knowledge would be useful over the course of the expedition. Granted, I presume that Vera has taken charge of this? I cannot imagine her letting anyone take the lead in such a trek without giving them an ear full,"[/color] he laughed before taking another sip. 

	Lowering the glass he looked over towards Lauren. [color=82ca9d]"Etching? That does sound odd, well as do the dreams. Well if anyone can solve a mystery of ancient Egypt I would place my bets on Lady Munn. She has been fascinated with the culture and history of these lands ever since she was a little child. Granted, I cannot blame her. Her mother was Egyptian you see and growing up in England, she was long cut off from half her heritage. She always read and examined everything she could on it to try to have a feel of who she was. What about you Miss Ridgeway? You sound as if you are American but you carry yourself as if you are from the British Empire in some ways. May I ask where you hail from?"[/color]

	Out in the streets of Cairo, the evening crowds were out in full swing. The museum was now locked up from the outside but light could still be seen through many of the windows. It just meant that people could walk out but could no longer just stroll into the place. The air was thick with perfumes and noise from the crowds that were still out and about at this hour. It was passed dinner time but it was far from the time for everyone to be turning in. It was Cairo after all. A travelers paradise and history lovers dream. Granted it was also a pick pockets Eden and there were plenty of people out and about that looked liked they fit in far too well, as if they were doing too much nothing. 

	In the museum as Lady Kingston examined the texts before her and the rubbings, she would note that certain hieroglyphic symbols were just slightly different than others there. As if they were marked in some way but it wasn't clear in the rubbings. She would need to see the actual tiles they came from to see if it was an actual marking or if it was just a smeared rubbing. Two of them were above two markings that looked like owls, one above a reed, and one last one above a ripple of water on one of the tiles. It was beginning to look like a cypher marker but in an odd position. Taking a closer look at where the markings above certain hieroglyphics they followed a certain flow to them. [i]Phi...[/i] the markings seemed to be laid out in [i]Phi[/i]. The golden ration was staring Nora right in the face.