Old Cairo, Kingdom of Egypt
Thursday, February 5th, 1925



Asim rode in the kalesh along with Rosalie, Dominic, Harry, and Tiny. He spoke in Arabic to the driver, and guided them to the new location of Faraz Najir's shop, as provided by Dr. Kafour, on the Street of Potters. Even there and even with Asim's guidance, they were turned around a few times, as the streets were not well labeled and they needed to periodically check for directions and use landmarks to guide them through the area that both Asim and the driver seemed familiar with. Even for the horse drawn vehicle, throngs of people parted slowly. The street, it seemed, split in the middle bysected by another, and resumed up a little bit further up the perpendicular street.

In the midst of a dozen pottery shops, they took to their feet, paying the driver, and after another inquiry found a door and window clearly marked "Curios" in English, “Magasin des Antiquites” in French, and [Language unknown: Erastaenc Etilri] in Arabic. In the back of a shop filled to the brim with curious, there was a haggard looking man taking some notes in a ledger as he looked over some of his product. Half his face seemed to have suffered some burn marks.
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McNeil had remained silent during the ride, trying to focus his attention on the streets of the Old Quarter, suddenly aware of the unusual nature of his current situation. Most of the time, when his services were sought, his employers left him to his own devices, either consulting with him from time to time, or setting him loose to track down what they sought, Rarely did any of them venture into the field alongside him. He was a mercenary, hired to take the risks that other sought to avoid. The only time he spoke was to address a question to Asim, to better understand his surroundings.

As a result, he felt a lingering discomfort around the other members of the Elias family’s group. Price, as a barrister, was seemingly present to keep an eye on things, to ensure that things were done with at least the appearance of legality. Miss Elias, of course, was one of those who gave the orders. Though his pay came from the Carlyles, he was a tool intended for the Elias family’s use. In all things, he deferred to their authority. He knew little of Amboy, save for his understanding that the man had suffered greatly at the hands of the Brotherhood, and wanted to see them destroyed, a goal he could certainly empathize with, even if he couldn’t begin to grasp what the man had endured.

When they located the shop, McNeil felt a brief chill, his mind tugging at the question of whether Jackson had crossed this very threshold not so long ago. Leading the way inside, he did his best to affect the guise of a curious collector. He did not initially address the man with the ledger, who he presumed to be Najir, instead pausing to take in the contents of the shop, the character of the items that occupied the surrounding shelves.

But apparently, he doesn’t see much. Missed Archaeology by one measly point. :)

14:54, Today: Dominic McNeil rolled 81 using 1d100 with rolls of 81.  Archaeology.

14:54, Today: Dominic McNeil rolled 80 using 1d100 with rolls of 80.  Spot Hidden.

As they made their way through the Old City, Price had leaned back quietly with his hat tipped down over his eyes, seemingly naping, but actually taking in what could, especially landmarks that might guide their way back to the hotel, but he doubted it would do much good.

Stepping down from the carriage Price considered lighting a cigarette town, but decided not to flash his gold lighter in such a seedy part. Instead, he satisfied his need to fill his hand by grasping his cane at bit tighter as he walked into the shop.

Seeming like just any tourist, Price looked bout before and after walking into the shop, but having seen what he had, Price was looking for more than just a bargain.

01:08, Today: Harry Price rolled 10 using 1d100 with rolls of 10.  Spot hidden 45%.

The man looked up to see westerners in his shop, and rose to his feet. With an oily, unctuous manner, he smiled and took an almost subservient posture as he came to greet them. He seemed eager to please, or at least, eager to get them to buy something.

"A good day to you, sirs, and miss. Are you looking for something in particular?"

"Hello," Rosalie said amicably to the proprietor, not at all uncomfortable with taking the lead.  "I'm always looking for some little bit or bauble to pick up on holiday.  Are you the owner of this establishment?"   She selected a random piece, a colorful vase, and turned it in her hands for inspection.