[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=darkgoldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] Benha (Trains)
[color=b8860b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

        [color=b8860b]"Many such curses that mortality brings us, madame,"[/color] he said curtly, responding to Gene's sudden outburst of hysteria. [color=b8860b]"As we all enter the autumn years of our time, the leaves must inevitably turn to rusts and reds and browns; it is the signal of coming winter but has its own blustery, quiet beauty. Minus, of course, the trips to the lavatory in the night. Utter rubbish."[/color] The young woman seemed to sway between being vaguely amused and completely bored at their expedition. In truth, even being George's sister, Reginald had no earthly idea why she wished to join them. Well, sibling bonds and all that. One does not choose the family into which one is born.

	Upon entering the train proper, Reginald engaged in conversation with another of the newer guests of the Fellowship. J.C.: [color=b8860b]"Yes, quite superior to a camel,"[/color] agreed the Lord Major. He settled into a nearby seat and tucked his saber along the seam of his pants in the tradition of old military men of the era, removed his cap, then sat with posture befitting his station. The accusation of being old fashioned would not be wasted on the man. [color=b8860b]"Not as I have anything against the beasts, understand. Ships of the desert, I have heard described. ...were it not for that blasted spitting, though..."[/color] He shrugged. [color=b8860b]"So far as means of conveyance one must throw a saddle upon, I much prefer a good horse. Noble creatures, of course. The ones here in this part of the world are reputed as some of the best worldwide, you see, though I hear that your American breeders are giving them a run for their money."[/color]

	Be it that he made sure to note that he was, in fact, not in charge of this expedition, old habits die hard. He craned his neck about, taking note of the people who had entered the train from their group, and decided to make a quick tally. [color=b8860b]"Gene - 1, Miss Kingston - 2, Bella and J.C., that's 3 and 4, Mr. Zalil (and I [i]do[/i] hope your health is returning, sir) - 5, and... ah, has Miss Ridgeway boarded yet?"[/color] 


[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=bdb76b]Haring Reddish[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=darkkhaki][b]Location:[/b][/color] Benha (Bazaar)
[color=bdb76b][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	Reddish maintained the perpetually goofy smile that seemed to give him a vacuous, totally British quality, all the while overexaggerating his facial expressions as he listened to Josephine's concerns about their current difficulties. Though he put on the appearance of a mentally underdeveloped lackey, his voice betrayed this; serious and thoughtful, pitched in low volume so as to not attract unwanted attention. [color=bdb76b]"Such as it is, Miss Clarke, I cannot refute a sense of logic to your theory. Though I should wish to have something supporting that claim."[/color] His smile turned into something slightly more genuine and he turned to face Josephine directly. [color=bdb76b]"Let us assume that you are fully, [i]fully[/i] accurate, Miss Clarke. This means that this is truly an adventure worth having! I do despise the frightfully [i]unpleasant[/i] nature of the loss of your ancestral timepiece (which I do still maintain some hope of recovery, mind you), let us assume that we all back off and go to our perspective homes [i]now[/i]. Do you expect that the offending bastards will drop it off in the post? We shall find it, or we shall not. But if you are right? [i]We are winning, madame.[/i]"[/color] He nodded his head, eyes widening in the solid wonder of their plight. Whatever their Fellowship was really about, it was truly something adventurous. He even felt a little left out that the supernatural oddities hadn't happened to him yet. 

	He did feel a little bad about one thing in Josephine's address of her concerns, invoking the beginnings of a frown. [color=bdb76b]"I am terribly sorry about the incident in the Museum. I understand that he was a friend of yours. Bad show all around, Miss Clarke."[/color] He shook his head slightly and placed a hand on her shoulder in a sympathetic manner, before changing his face back to something more as it was earlier: Oblivious. [color=bdb76b]"Come along then! I've a mind to add to your wardrobe, if you'll allow, of course."[/color] He stepped up to the merchant selling the coin-embellished Arabic dancer's apparel and pointed in the direction of a couple of the finished products that had caught his eye from earlier. [color=bdb76b]"How much, sir?"[/color] he asked the merchant, using slow syllables of English as a foppish tourist might, though he stood ready to listen with his other linguistic skills; Arabic, French, and of course German. The first two he wouldn't be surprised to hear in this part of the world, but German? He might actually have a conniption. Still, if only for now, Reddish had his mind on the task at hand: Find the watch or find a lead, unless Josephine expressly bid him not to. While searching or waiting for an opportunity, a souvenir wouldn't be entirely out of the question.