”Janwillen Vanheuvelen, the archaeologist who was fired from the Clive Expedition. Ali said that he lives in this section of the city,” McNeil said. He removed his flask from his jacket pocket and took a sip. ”Like us, a foreigner would probably draw attention in this area, but if he’s taken some precautions, it might take some effort to locate him.”

McNeil called Asim over. He handed the guide the slip of paper upon which Kafour had written Vanheuvelen’s name. ”There is a man, a Dutch archaeologist, who worked on an expedition here in Egypt. My understanding is that he resides here in the Old City, but I don’t know precisely where. This is his name. How difficult would it be to locate him? He may know some information that would be helpful to our business here in Egypt.”

OOC: What time is it, Keeper?

While Price knew it was appropriate to bargain, he decided against it.

"That sounds fair for a piece of antiquity." Price said as he paid, and then followed the others outside.

"We are already drawing some interest. Could just be some desperate local looking to rob us, but we should make sure we are away from the Old City before nightfall."

"In any case, I am getting parched and wouldn't mind wetting my whistle back at the hotel."
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Tiny says, "Yes Major, an excellent idea. The ahhhh... weather sir is very dry and a snoot full ahhhh.... a right proper drink is in order."

"I have not heard of this man, but I will ask. It may take some time to find him, maybe a day or two," he said.

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It is probably around 5:00 PM or so. It isn't quite getting dusky yet, and there are at best maybe two hours of sunlight left.

Best to let the man do his work, McNeil surmised. Attempting to find the archaeologist on his own would be akin to stumbling around, trying to find one’s way in the dark. Besides, he could certainly do with a drink. He always could.

”I would appreciate any efforts you could make. And I will make certain that you are compensated for your time,” he told the guide.

Turning his attention to his companions, he said, ”Back to the hotel, then.”

Asim lead them back out of the old city, and they were able to hire transport back to their hotel, where the bar scene was already active. Leo and Fredde were already there at a nearby table with several open seats.

"Well that was certainly colorful." Price commented as they returned.

"I don't know about you, but I could do with a drink." Price added as he signaled the barman.

Spotting the Leo and Freddie, Price quickly add, "Looks like we have some catching up to do."

Leo raised a glass to the approaching investigators. "Welcome back! How did you fare?"

Two empty glasses sit on the table in front of Fredde, she raises a fresh pink gin to welcome her comrades.

"Plenty of room, plenty of gin, how goes the hunt?"

"Order me one too, would you, Mr. Price?"  Rosalie joined her Uncle and Fredde, placing her clutch upon the table as she took a seat.  One hand smoothed her skirt down over her knee as she crossed her legs.  "Quite well, I think.  Mr. McNeil has a promising lead, I believe.  We learned a bit from his contact at the museum, as well.  And you?  Have you come across anything that might help?"

Leo shrugged. "We visited the library and did a bit of research. Didn't find much, though we found a few things to discuss once everyone is together and back in our rooms. For now...enjoy a drink. I'm glad everyone seems in good health."

Tiny finishes his third drink and begins to head upstairs, "To a room Major, and a bit 'o talk!"

The barman took the payment for the drinks served them, and they soon made their way up to the suite that Leo occupied. Avery arranged for tea to be brought up, and served it to those who requested it.

Leo gladly took some tea, and waited for the others to find a comfortable spot. Once they were settled in, Leo looked around for their thoughts. "So....how did everyone fare? Fredde and I went to a couple libraries, but that well was mostly dry."

He gestured toward Fredde. "Miss ten Boom did find a connection between Queen Nicrotis, who was thought to be a worshiper of the Black Pharoah, and the Great Sphinx at Giza. Specifically that the queen had some notable reverence for the Sphinx."

He looked around briefly before continuing. "We also discovered the existence of a book called Kitab al Azif written by Abdul al Hazrat that discusses the Black Pharaoh and other little-known deities. While that particular title wasn't available at either library, we were able to find out a little bit about the author. He was supposedly a 'mad' poet from Sanaá, in Yemen, who is said to have flourished during the period of the Ommiade caliphs, around 700 A.D. He apparently traveled widely across the region and visited the ruins of Babylon and spent ten years alone in the great southern desert of Arabia. This Roba El Khaliyeh, "Dahna" or "Crimson" desert, which according to local folklore is held to be inhabited by protective evil spirits and monsters of death. He ended up living in Damascus for the last years of his life.

"He was a suspected heretic, and scholars believe that he rejected the Muslim faith, instead choosing to secretly worship pagan deities, which they believed he invented. In 730, while still living in Damascus, he supposedly wrote a book of ultimate evil in Arabic, called the Kitab al-Azif, which would later become known as The Necronomicon. The legends I was able to locate suggest those who have dealings with this book usually come to an unpleasant end. Very few copies are known to exist in the world, and they are supposedly closely guarded. Their whereabouts appear to be known by very few."

Still uncertain of how freely he could speak, McNeil cleared his throat and crossed his arms. He had remained standing since the group had gathered in the suite. ”Miss Elias and I were able to meet with Dr. Ali Kafour, of the Egyptian Museum. Dr. Kafour is a colleague, and a friend, who has assisted me on some of my prior expeditions. He is extremely knowledgeable with regard to the history and culture of his homeland.”

“Dr. Kafour knew of the Brotherhood of the Black Pharaoh and many of their beliefs. He explained to Miss Elias and I that Nephren-Ka, a name I’d seen associated with the Black Pharaoh, was purported to be a powerful sorcerer that lived during Egypt’s Third Dynasty. He led the Brotherhood during that time and, eventually, his name became synonymous with Black Pharaoh himself.”

“He also mentioned Queen Nitocris as another prominent adherent of the Black Pharaoh during the Sixth Dynasty.”

“Dr. Kafour had consulted with Aubrey Penhew on numerous occasions, and indicated that Penhew had a strong interest in the Brotherhood. He was...disturbed to learn of what your family discovered about the Penhew Foundation in London, Dr. Elias, concerned that he had somehow unknowingly assisted the cult with the information he provided to Penhew. He was able to determine, by reviewing the sites of digs sponsored by the Foundation, that all of the areas where they conducted digs recently had some historical association with the Brotherhood.”

He paced over to one of the nearby windows, looking out at the night. ”Dr. Kafour told us that the last time he had spoken with Aubrey Penhew the man had been decidedly unfriendly. Dr. Kafour also said that Penhew looked ten years younger.”

“He was able to give us the name of a Dutch archaeologist, Janwillen Vanheuvelen, who was fired from the current Penhew sponsored expedition, the Clive Expedition, for heavy drinking.” He licked his lips, placing his hands in his pockets. ”The man reportedly lives in the Old City. I’ve asked Asim, the guide I hired, to see if he can track Vanheuvelen down. There are rumors that the Clive Expedition has found the mummy of Queen Nitocris.”

“Dr. Kafour knew of the merchant, Faraz Najir, only because of a story associated with a fire that claimed his former shop. Some claimed to have seen a demonic creature destroy it. When we visited him, Najir initially clammed up when I hinted at an interest in Nephren-Ka. But with a few apologies, I was able to get him to agree to talk to me further...for a price. He asked that I find him one afternoon at the El Hussein Mosque.

Sighing, he leaned against the wall beside the window.
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In reply to Dominic McNeil (msg # 45):

"You heard anything about this Janwillen Vanheuvelen, McNeil?" Fredde asks as she slips some liquor into her teacup.

”No,” McNeil answered with a shake of his head, ”Never heard his name until Dr. Kafour mentioned it.”

He was briefly tempted to clarify that, at this stage of his career, he was acquainted with far more treasure hunters, occultists, tribal leaders, and criminals than genuine, university trained archaeologists. It was part and parcel of being a well paid grave robber. But he thought better of it. Best to maintain a veneer of respectability among those he was tasked with assisting.

"In my profession, the ability to read people is pretty key. Clients, witnesses, opposing counsel. Long story short, I've come to rely on this quite successfully - and when you brought up that business about the Third Dynasty and Zoser, Najir was genuinely both surprised and fearful. You definitely struck a nerve with him. He knows something."

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GM Post based on information the player got from a roll, with maybe a little flavor added on.

"I would agree with that," she said to Harry.  "He seemed to be holding back.  Hopefully Mr. McNeil will have a chance to meet with him and discover what he knows."

"Dr. Kafour also added that while the Clive Expedition might have found the mummy of Queen Nitocris, or what is speculated to be her mummy, it was stolen before a definitive identification could be made."  Ice clinked in her glass as she swirled the liquid about.  "I think we should pay them a visit to see what they can tell us.  Perhaps we might be able to garner some clues by viewing her burial chamber?  Their dig was in Giza which is relatively close by, so it shouldn't take too much effort to track them down if they're still working an active site."

Price, long practiced at discussing sensitive matters in crowded place glanced about to see if anyone was eavesdropping and replied in a low voice "I did some poking around and from what I discovered Clive Expedition is they are very protective of their privacy."

"There also seems to be link between the Carlyle Expedition and the Clive Expedition. According to my source the principals of the Penhew Foundation had several dinners with a wealthy cotton plantation owner named Omar Shakil. This Shakil is an oily and repellent man with unsavory reputation is and apparently connections to a local criminal syndicate."

"Members of the Clive Expedition have also met with Shakil a few times now."

"It seems this Mr. Shakil is a businessman and not in the trade of archaeology, but nevertheless...he seems to be a local connection for the Penhew Foundation. Given what we now know about Gavigan, being an Egyptian connected to Penhew raises an alarm for me on its own."
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Leo nodded at the information being provided by the others. Hopefully everyone else was also thinking about how it all fit together. He opened the floor for suggestions. "If that's all the information we've discovered, then what are our next steps?"

"There is a charity soiree coming up, I was planning to attend with an eye toward gathering information, but also to see if I might not be able to make some influential friends."

"No doubt our enemies have some influence, countering some of that power could help us if things go sideways." Price added.

McNeil’s hand reflexively went to the flask in his jacket, but he halted himself.

No. No more. The rest of this...it has to be faced with a clear mind. Even if it risks madness.

Leaving the liquor untouched, he said, ”I would like to speak with Faraz Najir tomorrow. I have a feeling that what he has to share may some more light on the Brotherhood and their beliefs.”

Leo started ticking the options off on his fingers. "Speaking with Faraz Najir sounds like a good step. That's one possible next step."

He added another finger. "Upcoming soiree is another. Where and when is that happening?"

"When someone goes to see that Dutch archaeologist, Vanheuvelen, I'd like to go along." It might be an opportunity to brush up her Dutch.

"And I wouldn't mind going to your soiree," she adds to Harry with a grin, "Reckon there'll be drinks and grub?"
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