It did not take too long for him to get away and leave a cloud of dust. While most people were trying to understand what was going on, the smoke faded away and they saw a broken table and a drunken man complaining about his arm and back being hurt all of a sudden. 

[color=00a651][i]"Ooh... what happened? Is that lady a wind magi like the Princess?"[/i][/color], the man muttered agonizing from getting slammed with a judo flip. 

In the meantime, Chris walked slowly out of that place, remaining in a low profile. It was not a bad thing, as the man that hit on him was drunk, he barely would recognize anything and the people were upset with two euphoric strangers making noise in a place of learning and studying. People thought he was a wind magi tutor with the robes, and the ninja took advantage of the situation. 

One thing that he realized is how tutors were put in a higher light. He knew the wonders of investing in universal education, Zafiria seemed to have an influence on that feel. In an interesting irony, the use of theatrics, one of the most common traits of the ninja,  led everyone that talked to him to believe that "she" was a thaumaturge. 

[i][color=0054a6]"Looks like not everyone knows about ninjutsu. That's good."[/color][/i] He thought with a grin as he walked on the streets. However, he could feel the atmosphere of something bad going on, as the crowds, while doing their daily chores, kept constantly talking about Adam Frost and how the things could get really troublesome.
 
Not far from there, a man was rushing to the castle. He wore silky, white robes that seemed to fill his body from head to around his heels. He was Zafiria's tutor. However, he did not notice that someone was stalking him from behind a wall.

[i][color=0076a3]"Oh... I need to hurry. Is the princess safe? If the princess... wait!"[/color][/i] He gasped, noticing that not only he was late, but also he forgot his magic books. [i][color=0076a3]"Oh no, I need to go back and..."[/color][/i] His speech was halted when he felt something pull him. A firm grip, and claws. The tutor looked behind him from above his shoulder and he nearly died from the shock of seeing a gruesome ghoul clawing at his shoulder and pulling back to the alley. 

To make matters worse, the tutor wasn't even able to speak, as the creature used its claws to bind him. While the tutor didn't die, the monster's poisoned claws were powerful enough to cause a severe case of ghoul fever. Then, it disappeared, as the tutor was agonizing, unable to call for help and sweating profusely from the symptoms.