[Yuan has been here too long to be really touched by the looks; he walks impassive, the long tail of his braid catching the wind here and there.]
[All the same, he does not even bother to try hiring a human driver. Prisoner of war or not, he is not optimistic about how well people will like which end of the chain Yuan is on.]
[He speaks to a half-elf, then, a woman who nevertheless gives him a wary eye, not sure what to expect from him. Yuan stays as neutral as he can, all too conscious of the weight of the chain in his hand feeling more like a scarlet flag now. Altogether the conversation is short before she nods to Yuan and turns to adjusting the harness on her dragon, one last check. It's the last thing anyone wants in this area, a harness coming loose; rickshaw drivers are almost to a one conscientious.]
[Yuan steps up into the carriage before recalling that Kratos will almost certainly not be able to step up after him. He turns halfway. Wonders. Reaches down to offer a hand up anyway.]
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[All the same, he does not even bother to try hiring a human driver. Prisoner of war or not, he is not optimistic about how well people will like which end of the chain Yuan is on.]
[He speaks to a half-elf, then, a woman who nevertheless gives him a wary eye, not sure what to expect from him. Yuan stays as neutral as he can, all too conscious of the weight of the chain in his hand feeling more like a scarlet flag now. Altogether the conversation is short before she nods to Yuan and turns to adjusting the harness on her dragon, one last check. It's the last thing anyone wants in this area, a harness coming loose; rickshaw drivers are almost to a one conscientious.]
[Yuan steps up into the carriage before recalling that Kratos will almost certainly not be able to step up after him. He turns halfway. Wonders. Reaches down to offer a hand up anyway.]