Leneas learned an important lesson today. When travelling into the past, he had to differentiate between the types of knowledge he knew from his future exploits and tragedies. This was something he was [i]not[/i] supposed to know, and he definitely screwed up by blurting it out loud. Cassarah was on the defensive. Her staff glowed with her signature non-lethal flash spell.

"I... I..." Leneas began stumbling over his words, even more so. Cassarah was a fearsome foe, and even as a half-demon, he had trouble matching her in magic. And that was when he was at his peak of his abilities, before the suicide mission.

Oh right, his mother! His mother was a fortune teller. Well, she was a hack pretending to be a fortune teller, but he could use her. He sighed audibly and wiped a hint of sweat off his brow, as if he felt a lot safer.

"My mother, the fortune teller. Sheera Solomon! She predicted a woman called Cass would see her today! Don't hurt me, please?" said Leneas, before ending his speech in a meek squeak of a sentence. He kept grinning even more nervously, and the sides of his cheeks began to hurt even more.