The place Kron names is of no particular interest. They have come here, wherever that is, because Yoi was asked to do so. It is not where he had been going when he first set out in his car, but that is of little import. Any time spent away from his library is so much wasted time, anyway. The time may be pleasant, diverting, or entertaining, occasionally informative, but ultimately it is a waste. Perhaps he will catch up with the fellows of the Logos Society later this afternoon, or sometime this evening. Whether that thought is realized or comes to nothing is only of very modest significance.