[In response to the ready help, Yuan subsides slightly, and he's looming somewhat less by the time the receptionist is actually done. He takes the card, inclines his head.]

I'll make sure of it. Thank you.

[For politeness's sake, mostly. Yuan turns away, notes that Kratos has been translating and nothing will need to be repeated. He'll give the card to Acacius, to whom it will actually mean something.]

This way.

[He leads them out of the building, the only pause a brief aside to Kratos:]

Are they aware of the wind?

[It can take people off-balance who aren't prepared for it, after all, and he doesn't know how long the family will have spent out-of-doors. Nidavellir's construction is... unique. There's also the matter of transportation to consider; a tired family with small children won't have the endurance for the sort of walking Yuan is used to. Nor perhaps even Kratos. Too many for most rickshaws, too.]

[...Yuan really didn't sign up for this. Still, he's hardly going to abandon them to it now.]