[ Mako shoots him a look as he passes, fighting a smile. ]

Yup. Terrified. Dying was nothing compared to eelsnakes.

[ He follows closely behind Wu, though, noting the way the stairs creak under their feet. The light outside is fading into a gold-tinged afternoon, painting the walls with squares of color from the windows. It's nice, but it's very possible there are just offices or another theater, more private, up here. ]

If there's nothing here, we can find a place next door or nearby. Not everybody lives where they work. That's just a king thing.