Their taxi pulled up in front of the imposing wrought iron gates on Great Russell Street, behind which the behemoth that is the British Museum crouched.

They went through the gate and across the Great Russell Street courtyard, then up the many marble steps into the columned portico. Passing into the entry hall, they are struck by the massiveness of the edifice and considered the myriad rooms and galleries that must be contained within.

Before them, there was an information desk in the entrance hall manned by a rather patient looking docent. Beside the desk there was a sign announcing a lecture by Professor Malcolm Armistead on Egyptian spirituality practices and tombs that started roughly an hour ago.

"Can I help you?" the docent asked as the group approached looking somewhat directionless.
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Leo nodded at the greeting. "Hello, we are here for a short visit, though may have some interest in Professor Armistead's lecture. Do you know how long it's scheduled to last?"

He took a look at the clock. "It should be wrapping up just now, but he usually takes a few minutes for questions and answers. You could make that part of it, I suppose, though I'm afraid you'll have missed the bulk of it," the docent replied cheerfully, though almost apologetically.

Walter hangs back a bit at the entry, looking for anyone (besides Stanley) taking too much interest in them.

He doesn't even see Stanley.

Rosalie smiled at the docent.  "Could you also tell me where one might find artifacts of Kenyan origin?" 

"I believe you should be able to find an exhibit containing miscellaneous items of African origin on the upper level," the docent replied.

Leo looked at his niece. "First to the lecture and then to the second floor?" It seemed a reasonable order to him, but this was Rosie's field of study.

"Thank you."  She turned to her uncle and nodded.  "Lead the way."

Leo will lead Rosie and Walter toward the lecture hall. With any luck they'll be able to catch the tail-end of the lecture. Perhaps even ask a few questions, if any come to mind.

The follow the directions given to them and find a room that had an audience of museum goers who are now gathering their things and slowly departing the room. At the head near a lectern was a well dressed and groomed man of average height, dark hair sprinkled with grey, and the weathered features of a man who has spent considerable time out of doors. He seemed to be looking over his notes and making some changes or additions.

Rosalie approached the professor.  "Professor Armistead?  How do you do, I'm Rosalie Elias, historical consultant based out of New York City.  Do you have a moment for a few questions?"