Re: Intro/meet-and-greet
Kratos came early, in his most recent used truck. He did not come with a weapon in hand, but he had it in his truck. If he called the axe, then at least it would not have to come across town to reach him; merely through the bed of his truck. No doubt all of Damian's keen electronic eyes would see the carved handle lying in rags on the bed of the truck, as he only kept it from rattling around and did not attempt to hide it. As it could be called, he did not try to prevent it from being stolen, either. Just in this world, he had learned that big men who carried axes when they were not chopping trees were looked upon with suspicion.
Now he left the truck on the lane, and he brought the clock piece he had been given. Mounting the steps, he handed it to Damian without hesitation. Then he paused, and he sniffed the air. Coffee. For reasons of his own, he decided to stay nearby, in case the artifact that he provided caused some unexpected havoc. Kratos had no desire to share or see memories, however, and stayed away from wherever it would be assembled. But food, he was interested in that.