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Ezekiel turned his head towards the one that created the fire, he felt somewhat uncomfortable when he was being addressed. However, if he had someone with him, then his chance of survivability would be quite high. “[color=662d91][i]Our name is Eziekal Jarrett. Student of the dark arts, and follower of Chaul’lu.[/i][/color]” His voice was of a whisper, as he didn’t want the others to know of his occupation. To them, he was just a very eccentric mage that could not hurt a fly. So now he assumed he would have to play nice with Ember, or have his secret known and his body being roasted on the fire next. 

“[color=662d91][i]Do you suggest we explore the island after everyone is asleep?[/i][/color]” He had his fill of food, for the time being, he was not much of a glutton like regular people. He looked down at his robes, they were quite torn because of the shipwreck. However, he would be able to fix them himself, if he was able to find his sewing kit. Speaking of that he would need to find it quickly. Standing up as Ember left to deal with the old woman, wandering the beach looking for his sewing kit. Muttering something about “not thinking about anything obscene involving him and Ember.”