The hooded man was followed by a three men who watchfully looked around the village.
Many of the villagers have retired to their own houses and so only a few were still on the beach. With the arrival of these new people, the air of the village had turned tense.
They were not used to visitors.
"We should talk," the hooded leader of the party approached Izekiel, he had a faint smile that was familiar, "somewhere private,"
Izekiel helped Nesrin stand up and they all decided to walk near the shore, away from the lights and village but they were warned to not go too close to the sea.
People who went near the sea at night were never seen again.
The hooded man removed his hood and ran a hand through his scarlet hair before smiling charmingly at Nesrin.
"How have you been?"
"Lord Jeremiah," Izekiel frowned and cut him off, "You were supposed to come here in the morning,"
"It was an urgent matter-"
