<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 nodded a smile "Your welcome" he said as he watched the fire burn in front of him. His gaze watching the fire dance in front of him warming his skin. He took a deep breath the smell of the small fire filling him the necklace laid in his pocket his fingers caressing its smooth surface gently. His mind swam with questions of Poe as she laid silently near him, Where had she come from? Why did she have nothing with her? He couldn't ask her all these questions but it didn't mean he wasn't curious as to what she was doing out here all alone. He figured he wasn't getting the whole story but as his father had once said<span style="font-style: italic">"It's better to let people tell you there story then for you to beg it from them"</span>and so Johoel heeded his fathers wise words. Slowly his head fell to the side against the rock as he fell into a deep sleep. The sound of crackling and breaking bushes awoke him as he noticed the fire was almost dead something was moving around them what was it? "Poe  wake up, Poe" he said softly trying to not make to much as he gently nudged her.