Chama was beginning to step forward. He was so lost within his head he didn't even notice the crowd of people surrounding him. His past had taken him and he would not return without some type of wake up call. 

[color=orange]'Find answers'[/color] the whispers continued.

Just then he heard something else, it was LOUD.

"Chama!" the name resounded in his head as he turned towards the familiar White haired man. The crowd was in shock. “You cannot remain here! You must leave NOW!!” The man grabbed Chama with force pulling him towards the exit. Chama was still lost, feral almost. He snarled and pulled back but heard again “now is not the time. We can find the answers to your questions later. If you die at this very moment, you die not knowing. Run and survive. We will head to the Ceaseless Feast and find your answers. Dali will be there too.” 

Chama snapped back, if only a little, at the sound of answers being found. He stopped pulling and allowed himself to flow with the white haired, now noticably strong, man. Daggers, this man was not just any man. Chama turned to the crowd as they began to advance and backed towards the exit in unison with his new and obviously smart companion. The crowd grabbed and snatched, threw mugs and insults. A few of the patrons caught a foot to the face, but only enough for Chama to cleanly escape with his life. 

Once outside of the establishment the door was slammed closed. Chama hadn't realized how far he had gone. It had been so long since answers were so close. He could have killed himself and possibly any unsuspecting patron. He has to keep control. This can never happen again.

He turned to his white haired, obvious assassain, savior and spoke frankly and quite apologetically, [color=orange] "I must repay you, On my honor as a mage and assassian, for you sir have saved my life"[/color]. He bowed respectfully and continued, [color=orange] "What is your name? It seems you are already acquainted with mine."[/color] As he awaited the answer he looked to Dali so as to non-verbally apologize with Ophidian customs in mind. Ophidians fight all their lives, he hoped this would not cause Dali to feel animosity towards him.

Chama then noticed a silhouette in the distance. Not ignoring the assassins introduction, but also not acknowledging it. Chama looked in the direction of whatever it was and spoke calmly but loud enough for all in the direct vicinity to hear. [color=orange] "Do you not see that in the distance?"[/color] Chama pointed a singular finger and fired a flare like spark into the dark alleyway. All the walls were grazed with a singeing light. All shadows fell away as the spark swiftly traveled and hit the back wall of the alley. Nothing...

Chama did suffer from his past causing him mental distress, but never so realistically. He looked at the others and turned away embarassed. [color=orange] "You promised me answers assassin, Lets find them then. Together."[/color] Chama spoke deeply but truthfully. He needed the help. He hoped they would oblige.