<span style="color: #0080FF"> Audriana waited patiently for Crowley to appear. Finally there he was at the door of her wagon. "Oh there you are dear. Listen, we need to get everyone packed up and ready to go. We need to be out of here by midnight, aka an hour. I have a bad feeling about this town. They don't like us and they don't want us here. Could you do that for me hun?" She put her hand on his face and under his chin. She was usually really strict and to the point, but she had her softer moments. Her eyes were a little sunk in, she was tired and was really worried, her eyes were showing it. She didn't want to stay here all night, that could be the loss of some of her troupe. She didn't know if she could stand that to happen. </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000"> As Taffia was about to fall asleep she listened quietly to the river, then over top of the rippling she heard something. It was quiet at first but then it grew louder, a tune, a sad melancholy of a tune. She wondered where it was coming from but she was so tired. Finally it got the best of her and she went to find who it was. At first she was scared, thinking this person would hate her too. Maybe, just maybe for once her mind games wouldn't work on this person. "Ha, what a joke. Why do I kid myself?" She said aloud, to no one in particular and kept walking until finally she saw him. A man, playing a violin right by the river, she stopped at the opening, afraid to go any closer but watched and listened as he played the violin. </span>