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"Aye, you be wizards?"[/b] A large broad shouldered, tanned man calls out in a gruff voice.
His friend, more slender and stylish with his black hair slicked back, looks on nervously as he toys with a few small silver rings between his fingers while quietly mumbling something to his friends.
Meanwhile disdain for the interruption sits heavily upon the short hippie woman's face. Her lips are pressed tight and she says nothing.

Azerus steps off the boat with a splash. Even the smallest of the three are still bigger than him, even so he still holds that stupid confident grin as he balls his hands into fists by his sides. 
The islanders haven't noticed yet.