[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Deeper%20Than%20The%20Sands:%20Chapter%20One&name=prinp___.ttf&size=30&style_color=f7976a[/img][hr][@rivaan] [@Pundii] [@Morose] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore] [@Sigil] [@ONL][hr][h3][b][color=f7976a]October 4th, 1924 - 10:10 A.M. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][/center] 

	[color=f7976a][b][i]Barracks:[/i][/b][/color] Aziza stood up, gathering the fabric of her shawl as she watched Vera sway and hit the ground. She gasped softly as she pushed her chair back and craned her neck to get a better look before stepping around the table. She stayed back and out of the way, walking up and standing beside Harry as everyone else seemed bent on crowding the woman. 

	Vera just lay there. There was no fever, she was breathing fine. Her color was a little off but no more than it had been when she had come into the room. In fact it looked a little better. Thinking to herself as one of the soldiers nodded to the Lord Major and rushed off to get a medic she stepped over to the bar and spoke in Egyptian Arabic, requesting a bottle of the strongest smelling spirits they had. Aziza had no medical training but she had seen enough people pass out at the local tavern she worked at and had seen many pass out drunk. 

	Walking over to the Lord Major she held up the bottle. [color=a187be]"Lord Major, if you wouldn't mind. Perhaps this would work?"[/color] she said as she opened the bottle and immediately jerked her head away from the smell that came from it. Corking it again she held it out to Lauren. [color=a187be]"This would raise a pharaoh from his tomb,"[/color] she said still wrinkling her nose from the sting caused by the whiff she had gotten from the bottle when she opened it. Thankfully it was now corked again but it wouldn't be for long. She hoped this would bring the Lady Munn around. 

	[color=f7976a][b][i]Garden City:[/i][/b][/color] Neema made her way down to the kitchen to start tending to the rest of her morning duties and make sure things she was supposed to do in the afternoon were taken care of; then of course she would need to inform her son. That could wait for now. He was out for a bit and she wasn't going to wait on the discussion with him to start getting things in order. He would try to forbid it, she would remind him she is his mother. That would be that in her mind. If it left him frothing at the mouth so be it. Adventure awaited and she was too old to wait for the next. 

	Down at the front desk was a younger man, younger than Neema's son but far too old to be the next generation down the line. Neema was older but it was hard to tell at times if she was in her sixties or in her eighties. Her son however was was easily in his fifties. That or life had just not been kind to his aging appearance. He was rather gruff at times, though hospitable to the guests and residents. Just always seemed to be sucking on a lemon. This man at the desk however was more likely in his late thirties or early forties and very handsome. Dark eyes but unlike Neema's son, whose were beady, this man's was kind. Yet he had not been around the building before and looked a little lost behind the counter. Muttering something under his breath before looking up at Nora and giving her a smile. 

	"What can I do for you Miss?" he asked in a kind voice. 

	[color=f7976a][i][b]The Road To The Museum:[/b][/i][/color] The city was awake fully not and it was bustling. The streets were crowded with vendors and tourists and locals. Some rushing back and forth, others taking their sweet times as they admired the surroundings or stood trying to barter a few coins down on the price of various items for sale along the sidewalks. The air was thick with the smells of Egypt, incense burning on the sides of carts. There was no silence, cars moving through the streets, people chatting, vendors yelling, music playing. It was all the hustle and bustle of any large city and yet still seemed very mysterious. Was the world of Cairo, a world all to its own and very different from others. 

	It was going to be a warmer day, that could be told by the way the temperature was already rising but even with the Nile so close the air was dry. Mosi would make good time to the museum if she did not dally. About half way there at this point if she didn't stop and look around but hey, there is just so much to see and do. And every vendor she is passing is wanting her attention and the attention of everyone else that doesn't look like a local. Offering her good prices on jewelry, silks, dates, even some claiming they had rare artifacts from digs that they had procured.