[Kratos gives Yuan a nod when Yuan looks back, trailing the pair of them with his now-familiar uneven footsteps. Entering the smith is like being hit in the face by a wall of heat, just humid enough to make it extra uncomfortable.

[It also doesn't lead straight into the workshop, Kratos notes. Instead they walk past the main smith, where the apprentices are working; and nearly all of them look up to watch, perhaps alerted by their peer's message to their master. Kratos marks at least two who recognise Yuan on sight, and neither fondly.

[Walking fast may be beyond Kratos right now, but he still manages to put himself between Yuan and those dagger gazes.

[Mac Gabhann's workshop is deeper into the mountain and makes better use of air-flow, with a persistent whistle of ducts catching the wind to take the smoke and heat away. He points at a broad trestle table against the stony wall, with a stool at the base of the clear end.]

Sit on the end of that.