Meng Yao straightens, but it does little good. Curufin towers over him, causing him to tip his head back to see the Elf's handsome face.

It isn't difficult for him to believe every word the other says.

"The conveyance is...sentient? I have it to thank for being here?" he glances at the train, trying to determine how he feels about it having such sway over his fate.

"So I presumed." Meng Yao dips, belatedly, into a proper bow, "I am Meng Yao. How is it that you know of Cultivation?"