<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 with a weak smile "Thanks" he said sitting down to the warm fire that still burned brightly. "Go ahead and try and get some sleep I'll watch over you" he said his face still showing his anger and disappointment in himself. "I'm not sure if they had your coat but they seemed more worry about the goods and don't worry I have a plan for tomorrow we'll be fine" he said with a light nod. Some people owed him so favors and it was time to cash in on those favors. But the feeling of defeat was not an easy medicine to take it traveled through him like muddy water. At least they were safe at least they were alive were the only comforting thoughts that filled his mind. He gently nudged the fire making the embers burn brightly at the touch of air.