<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 watched Poe from the corner of his eye she was pretty but she seemed out of places some how unable to place he let it go. He watched as she picked a spot for herself it was then he realized she had no blanked or supplies and that would not be comfortable, his frame leaned over his bag that he had placed at the side of there  little camp. He now opened and rummaged through quietly before his fingers caressed the softness of the blankets his sisters has made him. "You have no supplies or blanket so you can have mine for the night" he said his hands offering her the multi colored blanket. Johoel's mind looked at the blanket lovingly they had made this shortly after there mothers passing and had successfully made a shield within the fabric. They had teased and laughed saying that if he would not a shield that this blanket would at least shield him from the cold, he smiled at the warm memory. He moved a large rock to the side of the soon to be fire, he went and once again rummaged through his bag finding his flint stones, it did not take him long to catch a spark with the kindle. Soon enough before the last of the sun's ray vanished beyond the horizon a fire roared gently in front of him.