The moisture in the air was dense, as they were at the base of the mountain now, so the outline of something behind Ramon was visible for the briefest of moments before the Stand faded back into him. The craftsman sat up as best as he could, feeling his joints being more sore than usual. The hike up the mountain plus that commotion taxed him a bit.<br/><br/>"Oh me? Ha, my name is Ramon. I'm a Smith and jeweler from Beregost. Came here looking for a specific ore and plant for a magic dagger but heard about the two of you getting captured. Decided to try helping as best as I could, and I'm glad I did. Otherwise I would have had to run all the way down that mountain path again, and man would my knees not like that."<br/><br/>The man chuckled a bit at the thought, but when he noticed the chains still dangling down the tree limbs he frowned. The figure behind him appeared once more and a hand went on both them briefly where some of the chains connected. With a moment of concentration, he willed a space between their skin and the magic, forcing the two to separate. He used the immense precision of his Stand to do so, though he could never accomplish what some could with magic, he could still do his best.