[Kratos tosses the key onto the desk. Let the customs agents take care of it. He does examine Yuan's movement, searching for signs of injury or impediment; but there seems to be none. That follows, if he was a blacksmith.

[... No family. Kratos's chest pangs at the thought. Out here his family is distant -- but at least he has one.

[The dull recitation makes his chest pang again.]

I'm a regimental commander for the Imperial Knights stationed in Triet. We form the backbone of the forces defending the city.

[From monsters, rebels, that sort of thing. ... This did not answer the first question. Kratos opens his mouth and then closes it with a frustrated sigh.]

I suppose it would only draw undue attention if you called me by my first name. The same thing as my soldiers, then -- Commander.

['Master' is not even a footnote on the list.]