The Nephilim was waiting for him in front of one of the taverns that were located within Samhain. This place was a place where many people gathered to drink. He only knew about it because of whoever set this whole thing up. He was inside already with Renji on his shoulder; the two of them would look around as they saw many options for him to drink.
The berserker would choose an ale that looked bright golden. He wasn’t sure what it was called, but he wondered how good it would be. They would bring it to him without a problem and he would take it. He would look over to his friend who had come with him and he hoped things would go well.