<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 in agreement "Yes its not alway's the most pleasant place but were ok so try not to focus on it any longer, are you cold?" Johoel asked slightly concerned. "Would you like to wear the blanket till its warmer?" he offered the blanket to her. They were heading to a town called Mistreal it was a town that laid next to a powerful river. "We should be in town  a little after dawn" he said relief filling him as the warm fire from the makeshift torch swayed with the gently breeze.