[center][h1][color=f26522]Jenramo Ventri[/color][/h1][/center]

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	Jenramo listened to the wager that Stephan raised, and as much as he wanted to take the bet, he felt the same as Jing, that boy had already taken too much of his coin. Jenramo set against a the wagon, he unsheathed the greatsword from his back and took out his kit to clean it, the desert was not the most hospitable location for the maintenance of weapons but seeing as he was a smith, having him there was nice when the toll was taken on the tools. [color=f26522]"I hope the man lives, though I feel Stephan has made the safe bet."[/color] The cold edge of his blade leaving a dark mist as he moved it, [color=f26522]"The best I hope for is the death of the beast that brought us to this waste, perhaps a stone for the box."[/color] Jenramo had taken to collecting interesting Soulstones for infusion, he didn't do it often but he wanted to have whatever rare material he could find. 

	Jenramo looked about the camp he was glad he didn't have to spend another watch with the witch Gwendolyn, they didn't get along well, but it was mostly Jenramo's fault, he wasn't particularly nice to those that practiced magic. Alm stood off to the side prepping for dinner it seemed, he wondered if he would like help, [color=f26522]"Alm, do you need a hand there?"[/color] He called to him while sheathing his blade.

[@Arthanus]