[Far too late to do anything about it. Kratos isn't sure what he expected. It feels like an eternity; it could have been even shorter. He does remember a skyship, somewhere near the beginning of the haze -- but the rest was all in a wagon.

[There is not much soup let in the bowl by the time Kratos pushes it away, but he's back to regarding Yuan, waiting for ... direction. For indication. It's clear that Yuan hasn't thought this through, but surely he has some idea of what he intends? Kratos doesn't know this house, or what's in it.]

What now?

[For a commander and a man who must have fought just to convince people of his right to buy a slave at all, Yuan is remarkably slow to action.]