<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 face was stern with worry "Don't you hear it the rustling? that's no bush" he said his tone hushed. Something moved closer Johoel blew into the dying embers of there fire trying to make light from the once roaring fire. As he blew the embers glowed a yellowish orange till finally something caught bringing it back to life. With the new found of security by the fire he dare brave the light outside the growing circle of light. "Who's out there?" he yelled.