Following close behind the demon, Faelan was surprised to realize that he recognized the brands of demon in here. Most of them were B class at the lowest, several A class in here. Plenty of destructive power, that was for sure. Even as they seemed to idly walk by, his hands itched to have the cold grip of his sword. Unlike the rest of the places he'd visited in Gehenna, this little bar was filled with what he could only assume to be the demonic equivalent to a group of mercs. It made him more nervous than he intended on showing. His blood lust almost seemed to be instigated as they walked, each high ranking demon making him think of the trophy they would be. A tense smile broke across his face as he wondered how many of the demons in here he could kill before being killed himself.<br/><br/><i>Lukas? </i>He couldn't place it, but the name sounded vaguely familiar, but he didn't press, just kept running different fight strategies through his mind as he scanned the room ever more increasingly. The more demons he recognized, the more it pressed on him that this wasn't just an average bar, even for Gehenna. Most of them seemed to be armed, or radiated magical prowess, or looked like they were weapons all by themselves. Several of breeds of demon in the hidden bar almost seemed to be specifically bred for conflict.<br/><br/>Keeping closer to Jack than he intended, he almost bumped into him as they made it to the staircase. Walking up higher gave him an even better view of the occupants in the bar, the impression of danger growing stronger by the second. Continuing down the hallway and into the little office, Faelan was a little surprised by the demon pulling out some spirits and pouring him a healthy glass. Giving it a test sip, he smiled as he realized that this was much more his tastes, more like the stuff he was used to, just strong as hell. He imagined that bottle alone probably held enough alcohol to black out a few people. "What'd you have in mind?"