After an hour of trudging down long, sometimes unstable sets of ferrocrete stairs, Markus reached the level on which fifth house was located. Taking a seat on one of the stairs, Markus took a few minutes to look around at the passers-by and people on the street, ensuring he did not see anything suspicious, such as someone watching fifth house or paying too much attention to him. Once he was satisfied that everything was safe, Markus got up, walked up to the house, and knocked on the door. He heard some shuffling from inside as someone came to the door, no doubt looking through the peephole to identify who it was, and a moment later the door opened.

"Markus, come in, come in," said the owner, putting a hand on Markus's shoulder and guiding him inside before quickly closing the door and locking it.

"There are others coming," said Markus. "Jason and a group got hit by some Imps while everyone was celebrating. I think they're gonna start cracking down on everyone up there for revenge."

The owner nodded somberly and said, "I will make ready some beds in case there are any wounded. But please, help yourself to any food or drink you want."

"Thank you," said Markus, moving into the kitchen and grabbing a glass of alcohol before sitting down to wait for Jason.