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Mahendra too raised Lauren an eyebrow at her lack of faith in curses, almost forgetting the way western women thought and believed. To him traditions, magic and divine actions were no less real than the scientific methodology he employed as a geologist. But he refrained from commenting on it, Lauren was far from unwise enough to be lectured on it he thought. Mahendra set eyes on the crate she had found, then trying to remember which row he had seen one himself.

But before he could find it, he too heard Neema's voice and followed Lauren. Even for a man, he was not ready to stay by himself in that accursed archive. But then again, he felt his spine and very soul shiver when he saw the pool of blood, the crate, and Neema standing by a ladder. He couldn't blame her. Looking at the mangled body of anyone would shake even the most stone-hearted. Hopefully. He too looked away from it and up to Neema. "Do you want us to take the two crates upstairs to the rest?"

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It was a rather curious thing Mosi was experiencing right now as she watched the woman in Akhmed's arms. What was it... it was just on the tip of her tongue. She was trying to put it in proper words.' Is she pretending I do not exist...?' She wondered, noticing how her presence wasn't much acknowledged, aside some real possessive attitude going on. This was actually quite damn amusing! Was this woman lusting after him? Priscilla conclusion on that was that this woman indeed seemed to like him.

“Well, I wouldn't mind if you chose to stay here... Having a beauty in your arms, isn't something most men would chose to separate themselves from.” She smiled slyly as if poking at him.” Well if you say so, who am I to object.” She added, choosing to imitate the way Josephine was acting and act as if she was not in the room with them as she gave Akhmed's shoulder a pat with a smile.” I will wait for you outside the office.” Mosi added and quickly with fast steps got herself out the room.

The moment she was beyond the door frame, she stretched her hands yawning slightly as she looked about. Seems like the museum was going to be interesting place to hang around at from now on. Lots to see, interesting things to learn and curios events taking place.... both morbid ones and not. She regretted the loss of life a little, but not much. She did not know the person nor she cared to know him really. Now she wondered why would people need an ancient tablet. While certainly historical artifacts were valuable, she would have thought people after money would get jewelry first. 'Curious, curious indeed.' Mosi thought and a happy smile appeared on her face.

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Nora frowned a bit, finding it odd that they hadn't seen William yet either. He seemed to hang around the general vicinity of Lady Munn - and for him to be absent when a murder was committed at the museum struck her as odd. Rather than considering him as a suspect, however, she couldn't help but imagine he may have been another unwitting victim. Was this part of Neema's warning from before - that she would need to protect the Bastet? She was feeling fairly confident that Lady Munn may just be the Bastet - but was this the danger that she needed to be spared from? Or was this all a game of cosmic coincidence and chance that they were trying to find a meaning from that did not exist?

As everyone appeared to assign themselves various tasks and jobs, Nora still felt compelled to investigate the scene of the crime. There had to be some sort of clue that would indicate whether Haakon's death was connected to the fellowship's purpose. "If someone could guide me as to where he ventured from this world into the next, I would like to examine the scene," Nora said quietly. She then glanced towards the Lord Major. She strongly felt this was where she could be the most useful. While she had never investigated a crime scene before, her livelihood was searching for patterns and explanations.

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Josephine was completely unaware of the other woman's presence. Truth be told, she had been properly distracted. She looked up from the Egyptian's strong, well-built shoulders to eye the woman. She was pretty, in her own way. As the others went about their own business in dealing with the stolen object and Haakon's death, she felt it better to not be inside this museum anymore. She still wanted to talk to Lady Munn, but that could perhaps wait.

"Yes, I could use some fresh air." It was then the woman got up and walked out. Josephine couldn't stop a small smile creeping on to her face. She looked into Ahkmed's eyes fully this time, "You are a rock, my darling. If ever I needed one, it would be now. Shall we depart from this wretched place?

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It seemed that Reginald's attention was being pulled in two directions. On the one hand, Vera was intent upon passing a message along to the guard at the front door concerning his dear nephew, Peter, and the disfigured gentleman with whom he was associating earlier. And on the other, it appeared that Nora was asking him to lead her down to Archives to examine the dead guy, for whatever good it might do. It was a good idea that Vera had, but to wander off alone when the situation could be perilous? The Lord Major had no authority to dictate the actions of others in this place and with these people, though sometimes he dearly wished that he did. What would have been a quick, "Stand firm there, soldier!" actually came out more along the lines of a verbal sputtering of mismatched syllables indicating concern or alarm as he attempted to get Vera's attention. Luckily, another matter came to her mind that compelled her to turn around. That Drake fellow was nowhere to be found, either.

"I haven't the foggiest, Lady Munn, where the man has gotten himself off to. Though I must say, his timing is impeccable to make himself scarce." It was unfortunate what seemed to be happening to their little Fellowship, and here it was but their second day being Fellowed and there was already a death, two of them had left the country (to the best of his knowledge), and two missing. Now three. If anything had befallen the man, he would undoubtedly be taken aback. But at the moment, Reginald allowed himself a shake of his head, considering quietly the impulsive nature of those cheeky Colonials.

"And Miss Kingston, I should be most obliged to show you the point where the reporter met his messy demise, if you would please permit me leave to escort the Lady Munn to the guard at the front of the building first." Truth be told, Reginald was something of an old chauvinist, if just by tradition. Vera's clumsiness aside, she was perfectly capable of delivering a message to the front of her own museum quickly and safely, but gentlemanly conduct prevented him from toddling off without at least offering his presence. And naturally, his concern for Vera went beyond friendship, and into the familial. "Though if you would care to join us, we shan't be but a moment."

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Museum: Neema looked over towards Lauren and then back at the ladder, then over to the new assistant to Vera, and then back to the ladder. "I think we should get to the top of the next row over and see if there are foot marks or any disturbing of the dust up top. Not this one, don't want to disturb anything before the local law enforcement arrives but yes, I am curious to know if some one was up there recently," she said as she looked at the ladder and then moved over to the next row and pulled ladder over there. "This is where you youngsters come in," she said with a grin. The woman was obviously more than capable still wielding her weapon but hey, maybe her knees were bad at her age. "I'll keep an eye on the crates for now."

Akhmed nodded towards Mosi before turning his attention back to Josephine. "You needn't worry, I will be a rock as long as you have need for one and a pillow after that if you would like," he said with a wiry grin before standing and keeping her pulled close to him.

Vera looked over at Reginald and shook her head. "I shall come with you Lord Major. I do wish to examine as well, see if perhaps more is missing down there than what you all have noticed. No one knows the cataloging system better than I," the Lady Munn said insisting that she go along. She bit her bottom lip slightly. She wasn't exactly a brave person but her reason was this. She trusted the Lord Major, she trusted Lady Kingston, she did not trust the front guard more than her own uncle and she didn't know her new assistant that well as of yet. It was logical that she should go to the archives.

Akhmed was going to suggest that he escort Lady Munn to the front for the Lord Major but it seemed she was firm on remaining with her uncle. Nodding he kept a tight arm around Josephine and began to make his way out of the office and towards the front to catch up with Mosi. Hopefully the curator had notified the local authorities by now and they would be here shortly. "Let us get you out of here?" he said in a calming voice as he continued to walk.

Vera looked around. The fact that Mr. Drake had vanished was not sitting well with her. She would have to check the logs at the front of the museum to see if he signed out before he left for the day. Though if he hadn't it wouldn't mean much. He tended to snub his nose at such paper work. She was the one that normally had to sign out for him. Looking at her watch she checked the time, there was still time for Peter and George to return before she started worrying.

"Yes, let us go check out the archives. Perhaps they could use a hand down there," she added as she moved to walk towards the door of her office. In true Vera form she tripped over the edge of the table as it caught her shin. Yet she managed to catch herself as well before making her way out of the office. Normally she would have locked it but at this moment, what was the point. What was important in there had already been stolen hadn't it?

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Lauren looked towards Mahendra for a moment, she wasn't a superstitious person in general and believed facts. "Do you believe in ghosts as well?" Lauren asked jokingly, when she looked back towards Neema and gave the elderly woman a slight nod as she moved over to the next aisle. "I'm on it." Lauren said as she started to move over towards the next set of ladders, she was pretty used to climbing up ladders, when she worked at her father's bar for awhile. She was sometimes asked to climb up some ladders in the back and pull something down off of the shelves for use.

"Just make sure I don't fall, and no looking up my skirt." Lauren said towards Mahendra jokingly as she started to climb up the ladder slowly, making sure that she took her time to. The last thing she wanted to do was to fall down, and either break her neck, or injure herself. Or even worse pulling something out, and falling down, and becoming someone like Haakon who was crushed under the weight of a crate.

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There was a distinct weirdness about this museum or more precisely about this situation she found herself in. Mosi thought about it as she waited for Akhmed and Josephine catch up to her so they can get going. There was a person who apparently ran out of the museum as they were arriving. At first the fact nothing appeared to be missing was weird, but given a tablet was now gone that explained it. More likely than not that person had snatched it. From here it narrowed the culprits to only those who knew of the tablet as a random thief wouldn't get all the way into the museum to that office only to randomly decide on that to steal. Thus it made sense they knew what they wanted which in turn meant they were aware of it's presence in the museum. Now the other question was if the murder had to do with the tablet disappearance and frankly she wasn't completely sure it was so.

Her thinking was rather focused until she stopped Akhmed and the other woman show up.' He's got a girlfriend.' She giggled in her mind looking at the pair. Well that fact itself wasn't really unusual if it was so. A handsome man such as him, it was normal to have a beautiful woman at his side.

Playing with her hair as she waited them to reach her she smiled, before looking in Akhmed's eyes.” So, that's your girlfriend, sir Akhmed?” She asked with the widest grin on her face. Mosi felt really curious as of what faces they'd make at such direct question.” Good eye, she's pretty.”

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Mahendra could only philosophize on what the elder Neema was thinking about when she looked back and fourth from Lauren, the ladder, himself and the ladder once again. Had she, in the meantime between her arrival and their own entrance, found yet another crate that needed reqosition, or was it something more sinister? His mental questions were swiftly answered when she lay out her thoughts, and what she needed of the two younger lady and gentleman. Had it not already been a day worth a poem or an epic, he would not have expected it.

And again it seemed that Lauren was taking the iniative, to which Mahendra could do nothing but offer a small smile of impressed surprise. "I keep my eyes on ladder and Neema, and you find those foot prints up there." Mahendra said somewhat jokingly to Lauren as he stepped forward and grabbing hold of the ladder in order to keep it stable. But his tone was only somewhat jokingly, as he found the prospect of...looking up one's skirt uncomfortable. He was a gentleman after all, or he tried to be. Hoping to wash off his own awkwardness, he continued to speak. "Want me to follow up the ladder, or are only one pair of eyes needed up there, Lauren?"

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Josephine stood up and allowed Ahkmed to take her. A part of her wanted to stay and help discover what occurred, but she also knew she may be biased in determining that Haakon's death was murder. That, and she didn't want to see the scene again. It hurt to even think about it. However, she found whatever solace could be mustered in the man's arms. She felt safe and secure (even more so with a gun in her pocket).

As they exited, the woman who was with them before stood there. Josephine managed to get a better look at her. Her comment left Josephine a bit taken aback. She hadn't expected her to be so vocal about such things, even if it were true. She had barely met the man and apart from a few wicked thoughts, did not pay much mind to whatever future prospects were to be had with him.

Was the woman jealous? Could be. She wouldn't be surprised as Ahkmed was showing her quite a lot of attention. "Oh, no darling. We only just met. Though, I would, of course, be honored to accompany a man such as this anywhere. Truly, any woman would do you agree?" Josephine implied the heavy flirtation as well as the backhanded retort as expertly as any actress could.

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Nora nodded at the Lord Major's offer. "I think it would be apt if I remained here - perhaps there are items in the office that have been overlooked as well," she suggested. She couldn't help but treat this as a rather difficult math problem. Often times, it simply took another moment's consideration for the solution to come to light - or at least, just one piece of the overarching puzzle. "Once you have completed this errand, I would then be glad to join you on the walk to the scene of the unfortunate events." It all seemed too much to be pure coincidence in her mind - and she wanted nothing more than to find some new explanation or a shred of evidence that could help to improve her understanding.

Yet she was growing with concern at the same time. With each moment that passed and George and Peter had not yet returned, she began to become more skeptical of her initial time estimate. A theory then presented itself to her. What if the two oddities were connected? Had the accident in the archives been a gruesome murder? And had Peter and George found themselves accosted? If Neema was to be correct, and for now, Nora was entertaining the notion that Neema's theories were truth, then she could imagine some secret society targeting those they believed to be connected to the Bastet. It struck her as a logical conclusion to arrive at - that Haakon had been murdered and the Peter and George might have found themselves in some trouble that they truthfully had little to do with.

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It was an unusual series of changes of intent that had just transpired, and right in front of the Lord Major. Vera wanted to go to the front to speak with the guard stationed there while Miss Kingston wished to see the flattened cranium of Haakon down in Archives, now altered simultaneously so that Vera wanted to access the Archives while Nora wanted to stay in the office. It was a little befuddling to Reginald, who simply chalked it up to womanly prerogative. A Lady is allowed to change her mind at any given occasion, for reasons that ever remained a mystery to the more stogy of the male gender. Much like himself.

"If you have reason to look about in the present disorganization of Lady Munn's office, then please, by her leave do so. I cannot guarantee the overall safety and canniness of this building, though I suspect that the worst has transpired here for the evening. All the same, it might not be the worst idea to engage the lock after we have gone." Reginald bowed stiffly at the waist, giving Nora a neutral "My Lady," and headed out to follow Vera (who was recovering nicely from her sudden near-falling experience). The Lord Major offered her his arm so as to hopefully avoid other such potential spills, and began making his way back toward the Archives and, gruesomely, the site of the Reporter's death.

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Museum: Neema thought about what Lauren had said, and while the woman might had said it as a joke, Neema was taking a more much serious approach to it. After a moment of contemplation the woman finally spoke up. "Ghosts? No. But there are other things in this world to believe in even if some might say otherwise," she said as she stood there.

Keeping her eyes on the new assistant Neema had to smile some. It was a rather awkward position for the man to be in. Thankfully even if he had looked up, chances were he wouldn't see anything. Western women still seemed to wear a lot of layers of peticoats when they wore skirts. That was, unless they were more free spirited. The old woman figured that the star of stage and screen would have been one that wouldn't have worn a single one. That would have made things very awkward.

At least for the assistant, seemed that Akhmed wouldn't have had an issue as he walked out of the front of the museum and glanced over at Mosi. Then again, maybe he would have considering even with his darker skin tone one could tell he was blushing at the thought of being Josephines significant other. "It is I who is honored," he said towards Josephine as he lead the women to the curb and hailed a cab for them.

"Hour is late but these demonstrations takes so long, we should make it just at the break point for the evening," he explained as a taxi pulled up and he opened the door to help the ladies in. He waited and assisted as needed. Only finally climbing in once they were situated and comfortable. Speaking in Arabic he gave directions to the driver and they were finally off.

The hour was becoming late. So late in fact that as Vera looked at her watch she was becoming concerned. There was still no word from Peter or George. Had they lost track of time? Surely the sun setting and nearly set at this point would have let them know it was time to get back to the museum. Had something happened? No, everything was fine. She had to keep telling herself that, one had already died today, the chances of someone else getting hurt were not something to dwell on.

Taking Reginalds hand she nodded. It wasn't often but it had been a long day, her mind was swimming, it was probably better she had someone to lean against, just in case. Not so much for her sake but for the sake of the artifacts within the museum that could easily be ruined if she made one misstep too many. "Yes, please do. To the right out of my office, end of the hallway you will turn left, three doors down and another left. Follow it to the end and then through the double doors to the stairs which will lead you down to the archives, two flights," she said giving instruction to Nora before moving with Reginald out of the office and in the very direction she had just spoken.

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“I suppose.” Mosi replied with a slightly vague, really in thought expression at Josephine's comment about Akhmed. True enough he was a attractive man, she'd give him that. She didn't like him that way though. She pondered it for a moment before nodding as the man himself went really polite and gentlemanly with his own comment about Josephine. Him blushing was a cute sight though. She threw a glance at the other woman to check if she had noticed the rather brilliant display of a adorableness.

“For me I do agree with Akhmed on this one. It is truly a honor to be escorted by a pretty lady such as you, miss.” Mosi said with the most innocent of smiles.” Sadly I do not believe we've been introduced. My name is Priscilla Harker.” She said tipping off her hat to Josephine in a weirdly manly mannerism.

When the cab was called and Akhmed dealt with the explanation, Mosi was really happy they can finally get going to the main event for the evening. Well main event in her opinion actually. She was looking forward to this night the whole day! No way she was missing it. Sadly she doubted she'd get to do any actual forging herself, but to witness techniques of masters from the east was an experience she'd gladly see and god damn well enjoy! Most smiths she knew more or less forged in the typical European ways, such was her expertise too. Thus why she felt so intrigued about the skills here. There was bound to be things different in the small details and often those very small details made all the difference in quality... or aestetics. She wanted to learn those and get better! Wanted to forge a better sword than her current one. One like the ones she saw in the museum, but merging the style and utility with a more modern touch to suit her.

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Lauren looked down at Neema and gave her a slightly nod, true she did have a point there was always things that couldn't be explained, as she got up to the top of the ladder, her eyes started to scan around the area. The dust was certainly very thick in some areas, however she did notice that there was movement made by whoever got on the top shelf. Lauren continued to scan around the area as she then noticed the area where the crate had fallen on poor old Haakon. Lauren did regret not trying to get to know the reporter more, but he was most likely in a better place now.

"I'm good, thanks though Mahendra." Lauren said as she looked closely as she saw foot prints going to and from the top shelf, looking down at Neema and Mahendra for a moment. "Well we can rule out ghosts and the supernatural or ghosts." Lauren called out, it was one of two reasons, someone actually did it on purpose to kill Haakon or it was an accident. "Someone was certainly up here, is there anything else I should be looking for?" Lauren asked looking at the two below her.

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At least there were two who believed in supernatural and mystic powers in this world. Mahendra was glad to have Neema on his side on this one, concerned that most people were starting to doubt the true nature of the world, perhaps even forget it. The Bengali assistant looked to Neema with an approving smile of relief. "Indeed. Science has began to explain many of the world's secrets, but far from everything. Some things can only be explained by a higher being, or many." Mahendra said to the older and wiser woman, before turning his attention upwards to Lauren again.

She had found something. She hadn't said what, but Mahendra presumed it had to disturbances in the dust up there, perhaps foot prints or the like. The nagging feeling returned to his stomach, telling him once again that not all was as it seemed, and the journalist had been victim of more than just pure coincedence. "Anything else to look for?" Mahendra repeated loudly back to Lauren, trying to think of anything useful. He tried to think of what someone else with a better intuition would look for, someone like...Sherlock Holmes? "Look for...look for where the crate that fell on our poor friend stood. Perhaps there is dust around where it was? I don't know...anything the man left?" Mahendra suggested to Lauren, looking as unsure as he sounded. He was a geologist, not a policeman!

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Josephine was a bit excited to see Akhmed blush. It was cute, in a way. The woman seemed to enjoy it as well. She introduced herself and paid her an unusual compliment. She wasn't used to having women compliment her beauty. And the fact the woman seemed to emulate a man in her mannerisms, was she a lady who enjoyed the company of other ladies? It wasn't totally unheard of, though it was seen as negative.

However, Josephine liked to think of herself as more than the modern day woman. If she wanted to be with women, that was her prerogative. Hell, if anything, it meant more men for her to have and that was always a good thing. "Josephine Clark, a pleasure, I am sure." She introduced herself back before stepping into the cab and awaiting their destination.

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Nora nodded, committing Vera's instructions to memory. It wasn't too complicated a series and she had quickly memorized it, waiting until the others left before she started to investigate Vera's office. She began her search methodically, taking out her small notepad and jotting down any details that struck her. While she had spent a great deal of time in the office the previous day, Nora had to admit that she could not quite tell if anything had been displaced. She began at the front of the office and made her way back, scanning the room as if in a coordinate grid.

Eventually, something caught her attention towards the back of the room. There were large clumps of dust on the ground - and not what Nora would have expected for dust collecting over time. The dust was stuck to a floor rug, with a thickness that caused Nora to imagine someone walking through with dust caked shoes and the dust coming off on the abrasive surface. Of course, she noticed this towards the back of the office near the stacks. "What were you searching for?" Nora murmured, before closely examining what exactly as present in the back of Lady Munn's office.

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It was not the perilous journey of a man starting to war, nor the slow and steady trot of a man going to pick up his laundry. Reginald moved with even pace and remained as neutral to what lay in the Archives as one could, or at least as well as one could who knew of the corpse that was likely still warm with its previous vitality, so soon was Haakon's demise. Reginald had made the journey before; archives to office, office to archives. One could not help but to do so if one knew and visited Virginia at her place of work with any regularity. The Lord Major was certainly one of those men who did precisely that. All the same, a tiny refresher was welcomed.

Reginald wad purposefully left the snap enclosure to his Webley revolver unfastened. He wanted unfettered access to the device in the off chance that the drama for the minor outing had not passed fully from their vicinity, and particularly as he was escorting Vera personally. It would have been such a greater world if one could settle one's differences with the proper application of a gentlemanly bit of saber-friendly cut & thrust; one received a scar that they would not soon forget and, for the most part, people did not die. Not to say that they could not, nor would not, merely that honor was wholly satisfied by the showing of blood and most of the time, it was unwarranted to press the issue further. But the world was not like that anymore, if it ever was. Reginald considered this quite a disappointment. Though this meant that, were it a worldwide custom, people like himself who served in a generally civilized armed military would be obsolete. Perhaps men specifically like himself were obsolete in this day and age anyway. He was an old soldier looking for one last adventure, after all.

"Right then..." he mused, upon reaching the Archives proper. "The crate we were after lies in this direction," continued Reginald, pointing in one direction, "while the scene of the unfortunate incident is down there." Again he pointed. "Which destination do you wish to visit first, Vera dear?"

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Museum: Neema looked up and sighed, so there had been someone up there. "We wouldn't be lucky enough for them to leave a calling card," she commented before turning her attention to Mahendra. Maybe there was something in the dust where things had occurred. (There was something only Mahendra could see at this point about fifteen feet from him but hey Neema hadn't seen it yet on the ground.)

"One without blood," Vera said nervously before letting Reginald lead her down into the archives. That was the last thing she wanted to see but she knew she would need to eventually. Even if it was only to check on whatever crate had landed on the man and make sure the contents were still in one piece. If not, to see what damage was done. But for now she didn't want to see it.

The local law enforcement hadn't shown up yet, which was odd. They were normally quick on these things. Something must have been holding them up. Maybe it was the same thing holding up George and Peter. Not that Vera was worried something had happened to them but just that perhaps the streets were far too crowded now to get through. Yet, would that be crowded enough for over two hours to pass? No, Peter must have run across something architectural and it had taken his mind off things. He could get lost in such matters. He had before. And this was a city that was old and very interesting.

As they got there, Vera avoided the area she had been told about, taking the long way around and turning a corner. Coming up at the end of an isle and spotting Mahendra and Neema a few stacks down. "Where is Miss Ridgeway?" she asked concerned as they walked over to the two.

"She is up there checking on things, she is fine," Neema assured her. Vera looked up and spotted her on top of one of the rows of shelves. "Seems there are foots steps up there, new ones. Has anyone been up there today?"

"Unless Mr. Drake was up there, I cannot think of another, though even he shouldn't have needed anything that high up. Would be the wrong kingdom to be looking in. He knows the cataloging system to some extent."

An Artistic Demonstration: Akhmed lifted a brow as the women talked and grinned to himself. They were off and on there way. The roads were busy, as was per usual during this time of the day. Seemed a bit more as the taxi had to detour. It seemed something had happened down an alleyway and the local law enforcement was blocking it off. The taxi had to make a slight detour because of it but it didn't hold them up and before long they were in a more less tourist traveled part of town and what to look like what could have been a vendors area. The place vendors went to purchase the goods they were going to sell to the tourists. Once they were in what seemed to be the heart of the area the taxi stopped and Akhmed opened the door. Letting himself out first before extending a hand to each lady as she exited the cab should she need or want assistance.

"And we have arrived," he said offering one arm to each lady before starting to walk. There were a lot of people mulling about, going from vendor to vendor. People were talking, quickly, in their native language. The place was like a bee hive. There was a crowd around one area that Akhmed had to push through and as he did every so often one could head the sound of metal striking metal until it stopped.

"That will need to cool for a short time," a man said as he thrust a red hot piece of metal into a bucket of water, the steam billowing up into the air. "Let us take a short recess, we will begin again in half an hour," he added before the crowd started to break up. Some people stayed where they were, others were happy to move on right then. The man turned and picked up his shirt, using it more as a rag than anything at that point.

"Aton, sorry I'm late," Akhmed said before starting to speak in the native language. There was an odd look on Atons face before nodding and turning his attention to the women. "Please, let me introduce Ms Mosi Harker and the star of stage and screen the lovely Miss Josephine Clark."

Cleaning his hands off on his shirt before tossing it to the side and smiling at them. "Ahh, welcome! Akhmed drag you along?" he teased a bit.