[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Dining Pavilion -- Camp Half-Blood
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	Juan walked over shortly after Ezekiel sat down and offered him a carrot. Zeke rolled his eyes, setting it on the table then saluted to Juan. [color=#EEE8AA]”I’m certain.”[/color] He nodded goodbye to Juan and turned to the others at the table. He rubbed his hands together, starting to warm up a little again.
	Ezekiel grew up in Maine, where it was winter seven months out of the year. At least it felt that way when it started to get cold. Not to mention living on the coast. The Atlantic Ocean could be rather fierce in the winter. Thank you, Poseidon. Even though Zeke grew up in winterland, he detested the cold. 
	Zeke watched his plate fill and snatched a couple pieces of bacon before moving to get a little blood flow in his legs. He glanced over to the Praetor table, the one where Nancy sat with her friends. He walked over to the table for a moment and nodded to everyone who sat there. 
[color=#EEE8AA]”Do you want to get a little more practice in later today Nanc? I figure you’ve already been out but thought I’d ask,”[/color] Zeke said with a shrug. He ate a piece of bacon while waiting for an answer.