"Blood money?" Zavros raised an eyebrow, but he wasn't able to maintain the gesture for long - not when Mouse's inclinations for apparently mercenary work was competing with a literal underwater palace that they were approaching through a funnel of channeled air to an apparent underwater god.<br/><br/>And despite himself, Zavros couldn't help but admire the work that must have gone into crafting such a palace. "Somethin' like this must've taken magic to do," he murmured, more to himself than to Mouse as he focused almost exclusively on the palace and the surrounding area. The trees, the lights, the sea life that seemed to flock to it all - they might as well have been window dressing to him. "...somethin' that can stay up like this underwater and keep on goin'? That's gotta be magic, or...somethin' that they used. I'd love to see what's what with this..."<br/><br/>Regardless, he tried not to gawk too badly. Especially when another woman similar to Lady Pearl seemed to be waiting for them - the last thing he wanted to do was to draw undue attention to him or Mouse. He was ready to help if something went down, but...he was out of his depth here. Figuratively and literally.