Greg was leaning against a wall, waiting for Lyra to come out of the tavern. Once she did he pushed off of the wall, "I know most angels are not all that bright, try dealing with demons that are from he'll well we better get moving." He put his hands in his pockets, and started walking toward the entrance toward hell.
It would be at least 2 days before they got there, it would be hard for him to sleep, but it wasn't impossible to sleep. Greg knew that of course, he kept walking keeping his eyes forward he looked around a bit. His hand kept going to the old necklace he kept around his neck, making sure it was there.