It's just a means of ensuring you aren't startled when you're at all vulnerable.
[If one can be unashamed when nude, there's almost no other vulnerability to be concerned about.
[Kratos is likewise assessing the area. He wants to use the hot-tub, but it might be worth waiting until some of the others have cleared out; in which case, somewhere against a wall nearby might be best ... ah, yes. He beckons to Yuan to lead him to the side, where they can keep an eye on the hot-tub and still be near-ish to the exit.
[... At the last second, far too late as someone turns and calls his name, Kratos realises it would have been better to cut and run.]
Ah, Commander Aurion. Come and join us. Oh! And -- hm.
[The general pauses in beckoning Kratos to examine Yuan with interest; and behind her, making use of the tubs, are other assorted civil officials, including Nike and another of the consuls -- and the king. All of whom are looking their way. Or not looking their way, in the case of the king himself. His purple and gold-trimmed cloak is thrown over his lap, at least, which is a mercy even if it's only because the king can't go without some indication of rank even in a bathhouse; likewise Nike and her fellow consul have theirs, though Nike apparently prefers to be lounging on it than lounging under it.
[Kratos bows, which is more acceptable than a salute in these circumstances, and is glad he's still in front of Yuan. It's some degree of cover, surely.]
I don't mean to interrupt an important meeting.
You're not interrupting; I'm calling you over. Come on, then, Commander. It's been a while since I've been on the front.
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[If one can be unashamed when nude, there's almost no other vulnerability to be concerned about.
[Kratos is likewise assessing the area. He wants to use the hot-tub, but it might be worth waiting until some of the others have cleared out; in which case, somewhere against a wall nearby might be best ... ah, yes. He beckons to Yuan to lead him to the side, where they can keep an eye on the hot-tub and still be near-ish to the exit.
[... At the last second, far too late as someone turns and calls his name, Kratos realises it would have been better to cut and run.]
Ah, Commander Aurion. Come and join us. Oh! And -- hm.
[The general pauses in beckoning Kratos to examine Yuan with interest; and behind her, making use of the tubs, are other assorted civil officials, including Nike and another of the consuls -- and the king. All of whom are looking their way. Or not looking their way, in the case of the king himself. His purple and gold-trimmed cloak is thrown over his lap, at least, which is a mercy even if it's only because the king can't go without some indication of rank even in a bathhouse; likewise Nike and her fellow consul have theirs, though Nike apparently prefers to be lounging on it than lounging under it.
[Kratos bows, which is more acceptable than a salute in these circumstances, and is glad he's still in front of Yuan. It's some degree of cover, surely.]
I don't mean to interrupt an important meeting.
You're not interrupting; I'm calling you over. Come on, then, Commander. It's been a while since I've been on the front.