”I can at least remember the way there,” he said, heading down the street. It had been a long while since Molyneux had last attended a meeting admittedly, but seemingly the way there was forever engrained on his mind. If anything the half-demon only wondered what the others were like now, since last seeing them. Perhaps a few of the members had gone now and maybe a few new faces would be there? Who was even leading the damn group now? So many questions for someone who seemingly didn’t care enough to go. It wasn’t like he had made any friends there; Molyneux hadn’t stuck around long enough for that, though he supposed the demons there were friendly enough from what he could remember.
The meeting was held in a place not too far from the bar. Well at least they could walk to it easily enough, which was likely why the Council had put Molyneux at the bar, assuming that the half-demon wouldn’t have had many issues getting to and from the meetings. Of course to save even fewer issues he just didn’t attend, in his opinion. Though the Council never was too keen on discussing his views on it. By the time they arrived it was already getting a bit dark outside and more so when making their way down the many alleyways that lead to the spot. It was rather dark and quiet and isolated, very out of the way from passing humans and the general beginnings of the early nightlife.
”This should be it,” Molyneux spoke, stopping outside an old withered door. The building it belonged to looked a bit unused and old and the sort that wouldn’t attract too much attention. Raising a hand he gave a quick knock on the door, before stuffing both hands into his pockets and taking a step back. He almost hoped deep down that nobody would answer, and that possibly they could make their escape even sooner than expected.