Even in his shitty sleep, Faelan couldn't escape Shula, images he knew were her flashing through his unconscious mind as he tried to sleep. When he woke up from the prodding of the foxes, he realized he almost felt like he missed her under all his rage. Ignoring it, and trying not to wince from the severe pain in his chest he looked towards the foxes. "You okay there ghosty? It's not very often you get to see a ghost go pale but you look like you just saw a hunter," one of them chirped, gently poking him out of his nap. Although his chest still hurt like hell, more than when he left, he could tell that it had weakened a little bit. Maybe pulling the bond this far had made it soften up it's grasp.<br/><br/>"And what's with that sword, seems a little big for just some business man. You in a hurting business or something mister?" The tone almost sounded condescending, he imagined something a mom would sound like. It was annoying. But he couldn't exactly spit in the face of his ride, even if they were a couple of too curious demons. "I guess you could say something like that, this sword helps conversations go my way." He tried to sound intimidated but in the state he was, he was surprised he could pay attention let alone hold small talk. It went on for a while, the small talk, before like the night before they decided to ignore him until they reached town and let him off.<br/><br/>The town was a bit bigger than he expected. Quite a bit bigger actually, he almost expected to see a skyscraper or two. Of course, he wasn't surprised at the lack of skyscrapers in hell yet the noses had that same bustle to it as a city on Earth. Primitive cars drove on paved roads, there were small shops set up roadside, demons came and went at their leisure. More street lights lined the roads, and he wasn't sure if they were candles or actual lights. It was like taking a step back in time, but instead of finding a bunch of classy humans, it was infested with more demons than he felt comfortable being around.<br/><br/>He found the address on the envelope easy enough, and was almost relieved to find the address lead to a bar. Walking in, nothing seemed to pay him any attention, even with his sword in tow, and it was a nice change for once. There was an absurd number of demons wearing scars in the room, most of which he imagined would give him the same treatment he'd give them if they knew he was human. Walking up to the bar counter, he looked at a surprisingly humanoid woman, her ears were elongated and pointy like an elf or something, but the gills and tentacles for hair made her less attractive. Looking around, he saw a number of demons held in the air by cages or ribbons or poles of all kinds, naked and providing some demonic eye candy for the rowdy brutes that inhabited the bar. He wasn't sure, but the cow demon seemed to jiggle all eight of her tits when she caught him looking.<br/><br/>"What are you looking for darling, I got more people to serve, order or move," the fish elf called to him. It took him by surprise a little bit and so he turned to her. "Surprise me with something strong. I'm looking for a Jack character as well, know anything?" The pains in his chest seemed to be fading faster the longer he was awake and he was almost hopeful that the bond was wearing itself out, and would stop hurting altogether. That'd be easier than he'd though. Watching the fish elf grab a cup, she poured a murky purple liquid into it and smiled, "Cute."