[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location: [/color]The Museum: Vera's Office
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] N/A[/center][hr]

[Color=007236]"Thank you, Lady Munn."[/color] Mahendra said in-between his breaths of pain and feverish heat that made him unable to grab said glass of water himself. He hoped that some cool hydration could make the worst of it go away, if only temporary. Having a man such as himself appear feeble in the presence of the women, especially taking into consideration the mystique around his branding and series of deaths, was very much an inconvinience. They needed to stay strong and focused, and a cool glass of water was what just what was going him back to that. 

Mahendra closed his eyes, rubbing his fingers against his eyelids as he heard Vera return to him with what he presumed was the water. They remained closed as she came closer and closer, and was kept closed when the sudden change from the sound of feet to the sound of a cat being stepped on and something else. Something headed for him, and his face. He didn't have time to open his eyes as the water splashed across his sweaty face, and had it been only that he would have been thankful for the cool refreshment. The glass however, not so much. 

His eyes were opened wide as the stabbing pain from various pieces of glass penetrated his flesh in various areas. Mostly his face, but a significant shard got stuck in his throat. Blood began to drip and pour from the various wounds, as well as a loud shout of pain from the Bengali's mouth as he began moving around the room, dripping blood all over the floor. 

But on the bright side, at least the burning pain in his stomach was the least of his worries for a moment.