Separated by a semi-wall. Both are small rooms, dark, only lit by candles.

Bruce was just sitting on his long worn out sofa watching tv. He hadn't sold a few houses or apartments in a long while, but he could care less at this point in time. He was more focused on how this rebellion was going to play out, he had been of some assistance to those trying to kill his once love. I hope Morgana and the others are alright. With the way Lavena is acting anyone can end up dead if they talk too much or can't lie. He lifted his bottle of beer to his lips savoring the sweet taste as it ran down his throat.

One hour has passed. Bruce is where he wishes to be.