Crispin was, for any wondering, curious. If one were to want to attempt to describe him, curious, intelligent, and reckless would be some of the best words for the task. Typically it wasn't his fault, it was his fathers. He had inherited his fathers nature, which always seemed to somehow get him in trouble in some other form or fashion, either with powerful people, dangerous thugs, or maybe even just himself. Some would call him unlucky, though that was certainly not the word for it. Inexperienced would most likely be more accurate, and sadly he knew it. When one is kept isolated from any danger for so many years, lack of experience is only to be expected. This curiosity, added with his inexperience, was why he was in trouble right now. When the locals had warned him not to go into the forest, he had figured it was mostly just paranoia. Turns out he was actually right, nothing had gone wrong he couldn't take care of. What he should have listened to was when the townspeople told him not to go into a certain part of the forest which had been labeled as the most dangerous. Now, he was running from some terrible monster which had apparently grown a taste for human flesh. Jumping over a bit of brush, he continued sprinting forwards, gasping as the beast gained on him. Unfortunately, part of his 10 year training had not included long distance running, which would have been nicely appreciated at this point. Turning to look over his shoulder, Crispin got his first look of the beast. Foot long claws, 6 feet claws, and enormous shaggy fur. From the looks of it, it was a very large, very angry bear. Giving a small panicked grunt, Crispin turned and continued running.