"well, first we're going to have to set out some guidelines." He said, leaning back in his chair. "I'm not asking for much- just good clean work according to the contract. So long as you follow the orders of the contract given to you I don't care how you do your job. Do it wrong and you don't get paid, I don't care how much shit you've gone through to do what you already have, save the sob story for a bartender or someone who cares." He pushed the bottle closer to Fealan- an offer to refill his already empty cup.<br/><br/>"Don't ask for workers comp- You're not getting it except in the form scotch. Don't sexually harass or get into fights with the rest of my mercs in my bar- take it outside or you're the one paying damages. I don't give a<i>shit</i>who started it. And also..." He let out, leaning forward while he sipped his own glass of alcohol. His expression darkened considerably, the care-free attitude gone. "If you double cross me I will personally deal with you myself and you can ask anyone here- you don't want that."<br/><br/>He retracted himself, a smile back in place like he hadn't just threatened Fealan. It was hard to believe that a fairly normal looking demon like him could be any threat to anyone. "If you've no problems with the conditions then we should go get your friend. I believe she's entered the premises. After we go fetch her we can sign a contract."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Shula had gone through town, the street lights and lanterns assaulting her vision and making her bleary eyed. She was hungry first of all and very tired from her travels. Sleep alluded her in the small naps she was afforded and her mood had progressively gotten worse. She swore to whatever god that could here her that she was going to kill Fealan even if it meant killing herself. As she followed the bond she wound up and a sleezy looking strip joint. She scoffed, shaking her head.<br/><br/>"<i>Of course."</i>She let out in exasperation, pushing her way through the door. She was immediately greeted by grinding bodies and the sound of loud music, demons in cages dancing half naked and getting coins thrown at them. This was where the bond got fuzzy for her. She knew Fealan was in here but now she couldn't really pinpoint where. The bright side was the pain had subsided from her chest but now she had an entirely different problem. Hungry eyes skittered over her form and even from behind her cape she could tell a lot of the other patrons where observant enough to know she was a woman. She shoved her way through the crowd, avoiding as many people as se could as she followed her bond the best she could. At the end of the bar is when she lost it. She sat down, trying to breath the dank air. She ordered a drink so she wouldn't look out of the place but she was looking around, trying to spot Fealan's silver hair. It was only a matter of time before she picked out and cornered by a rather sleezy looking demon.<br/><br/>He was taller then the typical human with four eyes stacked on top of his face and blueish skin. He pushed another man off his seat, the other too drunk to care and he leaned in close, smiling with his sharp teeth.<br/><br/>"What's a cutie like you doing here? Lookin' for something?" He asked, putting a hand on her chair and cupping her butt. "Cause I think I'm just what you need." He slurred. The man didn't look all there and Shula had to wonder if he was either drunk, high on something, or both.<br/><br/>Shula glared at the man, slapping his hand away aggressively. "Go away." She growled, getting up from her seat to do just that herself. That's when she was unexpectedly yanked back by her cloaks hood. the fabric ripped, thankfully being pulled from her neck as it was thrown on the floor.<br/><br/>"Oh no you don't- I'm fucking getting some tonight even if i have to beat it out of you bitch." The demon hissed, grabbing the top of her dress this time. Shula went into full on survival mode. Grabbing his wrist she dug her nails into the skin, twisting his arm and using her other hand to come underneath his elbow and swinging up. Guess that training from Fealan paid off a little. There was a sick crack as he screamed, collapsing on the ground as he held his arm.<br/><br/>That seemed to strike up commotion where she was. People stared, one guy even came up to help the other demon on the ground. Fuck-<i>she</i>was the one probably in trouble now.