As Crowley darted toward toward the river, he heard commotion and panic, a girl.  He smelled fear.  It hung in the air, thick and heavy.  Something was happening.  He knew now that nobody had followed him, he should have gone back to the caravan, but something else pulled at him to keep going.  It wasn't curiosity, it was something deeper.  Somewhere in the back of Crowley's mind whispered a voice, telling him he was going to regret this.  He ignored it.<br/><br/>--------------------<br/><br/>Nathan watched the girl run off with some curiosity.  He considered following her, but noise of a commotion not to far off caught his attention instead.  He skipped off, wondering what mischief he could cause.