Snippet #768560

April 28th, 1896, London.
7:13 in the evening.
Second floor sitting room.

"A pair of tens"

"You've beaten me again Colonel" said Arnold Meyer, in a rather lackluster voice, as he placed his cards on the small table. The highest cards in his hand were a lowly pair of sevens. He had been hoping, that he would've gotten something to complement the king spades or the ace f hearts that he had held onto. No such luck and a lost of fifteen shillings. Maybe it was sign, that when coupled with his boredom, was a sign that he should start planning another hunting trip, out of the country.

"Have no fear Lef-tenant" chortled Colonel Goodman, an old and rather portly gentleman who had served in India, "Play a few more hands and your luck will turn."

The old man, who had retired from all things (save for drinking, cards and more meals then was good for him), was one of the few members of the Over-Seas Explorers Club, who could be constantly found at the meeting house. There were a few others, who had likewise grown too old to head out into the field and spent most of their time swapping stories or staring wistfully at the large world map, where other members of the club had mark the general area of the world they had headed off to. The number of actively exploring members at the meeting house was always in flux, save for their probationers (of whom there was only one currently, a Dan by the name Jens Larson), who would always be at the clubhouse. After their first exploration while in the club, they become full-fledged members.

"Excuse me sirs" announced Johnson to the entire room, a youthful but professional butler, "But there is a Ms Fiore Milano awaiting in the room below. She claims that she has something of interest for the club as a whole. I have asked her to wait until a delegation could come down to see her."

"While what does she have" called Goodman.