[Death God], Randolph Marian
After spotting us, he suddenly said that kind of thing.
"It seems like it would be pretty inconvenient to construct a bedroom in a place like this.
Coming down into the office every day would be cumbersome. Even after having a meal made, it would have cooled a little by the time it made it up here.
Once your legs become weakened by old age, you would have a hard time climbing the stairs.
If there's a fire, it would surely delay your escape.