He entered the training area. It was a standard, and old looking. It just meant a lot of folks who lived by the sword and died by it had taken in this refuge. He was still observing the hideout gym until the two of them, meaning the woman vampire and Alister, started brawling with live weapons. He squenched his eyes, and realized he was almost drunk. He thought the use of live weapons was a push, but some like it hot.

They were moving fast. He didn't want in on it, but if they were going for live weapons, he could break the shit down. If he could stand up. The drunk habit had him wrapped up.