Crowley nods. "Yes ma'am I can." When the Ringmaster left to go get information from Al, Crowley headed to the wagon where he kept the things he called "his", which were not a lot.  He grabbed his jacket and dagger.  Hopping out of the wagon, he glanced at the sky.  He would have 30 minutes until it was midnight.  He must do his reconisance quickly and efficently and then be back within a few minutes of midnight, preferably on the earlier side.  For most, this would encourage anxiety and the urge to hurry up and get the job done, but not for Crowley.  The Ringmaster had often sent him ahead to scout out towns, or look for nearby villages to stop for a night.  If he could not make it back before they left, Crowley would be able to catch up.<br/><br/>Crowley put on his jacket and slipped his sheathed dagger in his pocket, then took off in a full sprint to town, because it was closer.<br/><br/>----------------------------<br/>(Magic, this is in reply to your character post)<br/><br/>Nathan wandered through the forest, kicking up random piles of leaves and throwing rocks.  He loved the forest at night.  So quiet, so dark...so many possiblities for mischief.  Nathan danced around, suddenly breaking out in a song he had heard several times:<br/><br/>"We're rascals, scoundrels, villans, and knaves,<br/>Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.<br/>We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,<br/>Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.<br/><br/>We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do-well cads,<br/>Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.<br/>Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,<br/>Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.<br/>Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me."<br/><br/>Before Nathan could begin singing more, he spotted a light, like a lantern, some ways away.  It appeared to him as if someone was camping for the night.  "Oh, I smell a chance for some fun tonigh!" Nathan crowed.<br/><br/>Nathan slunk forward until he could find the source of the light.  Sure enough, it was a fire, although not what he had expected.  A girl held a ball of fire in her /hands/.  "Curiouser and curiouser." Nathan muttered to himself.  He looked about and spied a few buckets of water.  Nathan snuck around the girl, who seemed to be lost in the flame she was creating, and picked up a bucket of water.  Quickly, he splashed it on her, then tossed the bucket and hid behind a tree.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Who did that to my fire?" She asked almost sweetly but still annoyed.</span>Nathan put his hand to his mouth, stifling a snicker.  When she was distracted again, he picked up the other bucket and tossed it on her again.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Who did that?" she asked almost angrily.</span><br/><br/>Nathan stepped out from behind his tree.  "Why, I did." He smiled.