Leneas spotted Cassarah from a metaphorical mile away. She conversed with a patrolling guard, and apparently he seemed to be giving her directions. Even without the words, he was pointing towards the seedy shack that his mother called a shop. Sheera Solomon was a shady fortune teller, and his mother. She apparently adventured in the demon lands a long time ago, and spent a few years in a demonic village with her first son. Himself.

Fortunately, his demonic traits did not appear until he became 18. Unfortunately, it meant that no one would listen to him and Cassarah until it was too late.

"Lee, I'll be back in a moment," Leneas lied. Well, he probably did. A conversation with Cassarah might take some time.

Walking briskly to Cassarah, he popped himself in front of her. "Cass!" he cried out, before instantly regretting that outburst. There was no way he would know her name right now. He didn't even see her face in the previous timeline this day.

He just started grinning, if only out of nervousness. "Do you... uh... uh... crap... uh..."