Counting the number of empty bottles in front of him, he was surprised how high he was counting. It was a little disappointing on how he lost count when Shula's paper bag pushed over some of them, interrupting his counting. Looking into the bag, all he could see was a mass of what looked like blue fur. Pulling the rough cloak from the bag, the inside continued to provide him with shock, seeing how soft it was compared to the outside. The color was a nice deep blue as well, easy on the eyes. Looking to Shula, he gave a small smile, "What is this supposed to be? An apology?"<br/><br/>Throwing it over his shoulder, he clasped it, the fit a little loose but not awful. And it also provided a damn decent amount of heat, the stuffy atmosphere seemingly getting caught under the cloak, holding it close to him. Giving it a small twirl, it actually stayed on his frame. Maybe it was a better fit than he'd originally thought. The smile still impishly on his lips grew as he looked back to Shula. "You're lucky I'm drunk enough to accept this as an apology."<br/><br/>Grabbing one more half empty bottle from the counter in front of them, he headed towards the door. Pulling out the small map Jack had given them, he found their location, apparently a smaller city named, "Aberra."<i>Fucking demons and their weird ass names, </i>he thought to himself. The place they were supposed to be headed was apparently a well know arena in the local area. It wasn't on the beaten path though. Like Jack had said, it was about 83 miles away, and that was a hell of a walk. On foot, he figured it'd probably take 3 days, minimum.<br/><br/>"So, scales, why'd you come track me down? I figured you would've stayed with the shape shifting dickhead. Especially after he decided to a better look at that table." The booze in him made him a little bit nicer, which he figured he probably could afford to have at the moment. Although he was still mad at Shula, there wasn't much he could do about it now. And after the time traveling here, and knocking out the big demon earlier, he was in a damn good mood he'd hate to spoil.