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Ezekiel meanwhile was searching for his sewing kit, frantically searching through the many dead bodies and the wreckage of the ship. Going into a manic state, throwing the wreckage and other belongings over his shoulder. Suddenly came to the realization that his sewing kit was lost in the wreck. Cursing under his breath, before walking back towards the group. He risked being found out by the others of the reason he came on this voyage. And felt even more paranoid that they would soon figure out he was a necromancer. If the creepy tailor could figure it out, then the others would soon enough. “[color=662d91][i]Damn it, how the hell are we supposed to go to H’eylr with these fools around?[/i][/color]” The necromancer thought for a moment of his options. He could go with Ember, who seemed to have more of a connection to the E’tha than the others. 

“[color=662d91][i]That is what we must do…Or at the very least go by ourselves.[/i][/color]” The strange mage walked towards Ember. “[color=662d91][i]We are ready to go venture into the forest. Are you prepared to encounter the Tas’ka’ra? The dark beings we mean.[/i][/color]” He was whispering as he didn’t want the others to hear him. He could hear their thoughts, and what most of them thought about his appearance. Already speculating that he could be a necromancer.