Krov stood silent as Priscilla beckoned Kuro outside. Krov didn't object to this, he knew that a vampire of her status would value age more than anything else. This was a thing Krov had always wondered why it was the case. An elder vampire that had done nothing and just lazed around for a thousand years would get lots of respect simply for their age, while a lesser who had done great things, seen bad things and was very wise wouldn't receive respect from anyone but fledglings. It never really made sense to Krov, but he just normally went with it. If he didn't he would lose the little respect he already had.

After the footsteps of Kuro and Priscilla died away, he turned to the others. He had been thinking something that he didn't want to say in front of Priscilla, something that he had been bursting to say. He spoke in a whisper: "I know it's a good thing that Priscilla is here to help us, but won't any Black Swords or any random hunters scanning the area notice the presence of the third ancient? Don't they show up well on sensors?".

Krov again remembered something that he had read in The Art Of War. It was one of the only books he could be bothered to read. He didn't read fiction, he found it useless and stupid: 

"Sun Tzu said: Raising a host of a hundred thousand men and marching them great distances entails heavy loss on the people and a drain on the resources of the State. The daily expenditure will amount to a thousand ounces of silver. #

There will be commotion at home and abroad, and men will drop down exhausted on the highways."

Krov wondered who would walk into the sanctuary next. He imagined a situation where Namtar the First and Bel of Babylon walked into the room and said that they were going to help. Even though the current situation wasn't humorous, he chuckled at the idea of the two greatest ancients walking in at the same time.