After a few minutes of having to listen to the crimson-bearded man scarf down the less-than-savory appearing meal, Emilio finally decided to get down to business.
"Hey, do you know this island pretty well?" Emilio asked.
Maverick swallowed the food in his mouth, "Yeah, I like to think I do after being stuck here for a couple years."
"A couple years? Wow. Well, the truth is, we didn't come here as just us two–there are two others, actually," Emilio told him.
The news seemed to excite Maverick, "More people?! Wow…well, I wouldn't get too excited. Sorry."
"What?"
For the first time, the strange man seemed serious, "Truthfully, your friends are most likely dead. That's just the way this island is–if you're not strong enough, it'll chew you up and spit you out. You two would've met the same fate if I didn't call Musafala off."
