Faelan was too on edge to even enjoy finally finding the bar. Its general hustle was nothing but demons, not unlike the bar Jack had. Everything here looked equipped to kill, more so than usual. Shifting his shoulders, the weight of his blade moved in response. A comfort to him was the knowledge between the two of them, he imagined Shula and him would be able to hold their own for a decent amount of time. Even surrounded by this much death. The very air in the place felt like death, everything in here undoubtedly with blood under the nails.<br/><br/>"So, let's find this guy and get out of here. It makes me itchy," he said, not partaking in Shula's banter with the sheep. "Here's to hoping he's not already 6 foot under yeah?" He knew it'd be a bad idea to pull out their contract, but homeless guy was hardly the way to identify a demon in an arena this size. The small amount of information they had gotten wasn't even all that useful. It was more like Jack had just pointed them in the right direction and expected them to come up with the rest. Obviously, if the money was as good as Shula made it seem, they'd be able to come up with the rest and more. "Besides, that sheep is worth your attention Shula, don't give her the satisfaction of being pissy with her."<br/><br/>Oddly enough, through the bond, Faelan could feel Shula's thoughts almost. It seemed like anger, but something else was mixed in, and it wasn't in high enough amount that he could make anything out of it. It made him uncomfortable though, as he knew she surely felt as well. Maybe she just didn't like being near this sheer amount of demons either. It'd make sense, he tried to rationalize, seeing as her upbringing involved a few too many people being in the same spot with the same idea.