Reginald Keystone
Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks (Officers' Club -> Courtyard)
Skills: N/A
Skills: N/A
Reginald nodded to George as he spoke his piece and left. So he wouldn't accept compensation for services rendered, would he? It was a noble gesture, considering all that had gone on and indeed, all that would be going on. The disfigured soldier might not be of a frame of mind to accept solid salary for his efforts, but Reginald resolved to make his time worth it. Or at least break even.
Giving the younger man ample time to vacate the barracks (mostly so as to not make him feel that he was being rushed away), the Lord Major gave a slow but determined walk through the door to the Officers' Club. He took in a deep breath of Cairo air and, trying like hell to shake away the awfulness and death of the past several hours, began to make his way toward his tiny oasis near the river, the smallish section of trees surrounding a very cordial section of outdoor furnishings, the very same place where the Fellowship spent a good portion of their evening that first night. It was but two evenings prior, but it seemed like so much longer, what with the events recently. A great expedition planned, even prepared in record time, yet no movement upon it had been made. It was even held up - they should have already departed, or so went the plan.
Maybe it was for the best. With all of the death and mishap, perhaps running away on an adventure as soon as possible was not the best route to take. So upon the morning, then, for whatever good that would do. For now, as his Quartermastering had been accomplished and their ranks bolstered by George's presence, it was ample time for him to take a quiet moment for himself within view of the Nile and have something biscuitish. Perhaps even a bit more of that lovely date bread, if it was still in good keeping.
When Reginald was very nearly to his intended destination, he heard a voice, nay, a call of dutiful alarm that was quite possibly designed by fate or by Providence with the strict assignment of making his life difficult. It might be heard for miles if the wind blew just right, and most certainly through the confines of this barracks.
"Lord MAJOR!"
One might have actually, fully observed the older man's crest fall. He simply stood there, attempting to draw his outwardly showing confidence back up, and braced for whatever tepid water the Corporal was about to toss upon his spirits.
"Lord MAJOR, the Corporal reports a request from the Cairo Museum, sir! Request permission to rely the request, Lord Major, sir!"
Trying very, very hard not to facepalm or swat the lithe man with his hat, Reginald grit his teeth and grunted out, "Permission granted."
"The Corporal wishes to extend full gratitude for swift permissions to relay the request of the Museum, Lord Major Keystone, sir! Upon relaying the particulars of said-"
"God's bloody sake, Corporal!" Reginald had experienced quite enough for the day. "Unless you desire the unfortunate distinction of digging a field latrine and, upon its retirement, swimming the span of it from end to end as a Private, you shall make this message brief! Now! Report!"
Undaunted, the Corporal shortened his report significantly. "Sir, Lady Munn requests admittance and medical assistance for her assistant. Lad needs our doctors before he bleeds out, sir."
"Yes. Yes, indeed! Come along then, let us make haste! Go, go, Corporal!" The old man moved as quickly as his bones would allow him. He made his way toward the front gate, calling upon any with connection to the infirmary to make it ready to receive guests. When at the gates, Reginald could clearly be heard stating, "Yes, immediately! Let them in and give them access to the infirmary! The injured ones, of course! Am I suddenly surrounded by incompetents? We are here representing Crown and Kingdom, blast it all!"
"Oh I say," he continued, smelling the air and interrupting his own authoritative rant, "is someone broiling a haunch out of doors?"
2x Laugh
