[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i]  The Arena ---> The Armory -- Camp Half-Blood[/center]
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	Ezekiel was also about to invite Jason to come and train with them, if anything to keep the numbers even but the leader of the damn place spoke up before he could. That was fine, but her giving suggestions on potions was not. That was not her wheelhouse or area of expertise. They were Rebecca’s and the medicine was Ezekiel’s. This quest was already going to hell. [color=#EEE8AA]”Do you even know what crystals do Kristen?”[/color] He shook his head and headed to the armory. He was tired of her know it all attitude. She didn’t know it all and if she kept pretending she did, one of them would end up dead. 
	Ezekiel made it the armory and found Juan. He looked a bit of the jock and Ezekiel smirked a little as his sidled up next to him. [color=#EEE8AA]”Juan! Heading out for a quest, could I get my hands on a couple sets of arrows and how’s my bow looking?”[/color]
Juan was looking around the armory, for something, before turning his head when Zeke came in and smirked a little bit before pulling him into a headlock and gave him a nuggie. "Yep, your bow is fine, right where you usually keep it, and a quiver of arrows as well for ya Zekey."
[color=#EEE8AA]”Gah, seriously man! Not the damned hair!”[/color] Ezekiel placed hands on Juan’s oversized triceps and pushed on his hold to try and squirm out of it. They were children, all of them. [color=#EEE8AA]"Can you please stop acting like a five-year-old!"[/color]