<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: baseballfont;">Johoel</span></span><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">The Traveling Merchant</span><br/><br/>Johoel stepped back his focus on the smaller of the two before he heard Poe trying to fight back the grip that the other thief had on her. He lunged for the smaller thief he pulled out a switchblade and held it to her throat. "Now look who has the upper hand" the man said mockingly "well lets see what you got?" he said with a dirty smile his black teeth showing. Johoel threw the branch down in anger as he saw he was beat, Poe didn't deserve to be hurt because he was weak. He picked up his bag and pulled out the few items worth anything "Take it's all I have" he said his gaze on the ground his mind praying help from the gods. The small thief threw Poe into his arms where he caught her and held her behind him as the thieves took his items. Quickly the tow left the campsite and hurried back into the darkness Johoel let out a sigh of relief as he knew it was safe and could no longer hear there static laughing in the wind. "I'm sorry" he said gently his fists at his side he was angry with himself not being able to protect her more.