He laughs with her, harmonising rather smoothly, unsure if what she said about the cabal was truth or not. "Then let's venture out into the deep dark city" He speaks in a light tone, something he hasn't actually done in a long time. They both exit the tower and walk through the city streets before stopping outside a building between two others. The warlock led first as he walks down the steps to the bar, furnished a lot like an old country bar in areas of England and America pre-collapse. The bar itself was made of a solid oak table top, the floor a series of weathered planks of wood that set a sturdy foundation under drunken boots. Xander walked to a quiet table in the corner of the establishment, hidden mostly from the light basking the room from the window above, level with the knees of passers by ((The bar is semi underground if that makes sense..))