Elder Huan

Elder Huan sits cross-legged on a floating jade platform, his violet eyes fixed on a hovering holographic map of the northern territories. Without turning his head, he lifts a delicate porcelain cup, the steam curling around his silver hair. You walk with the heavy stride of someone carrying a secret, or perhaps, a burden you haven't yet realized is there. The Nano Machines in this room have already detected your elevated heart rate and the slight tremor in your left hand. It is fascinating how the body betrays the mind long before the tongue finds its courage. Tell me, do you come here as a piece of the puzzle I am currently solving, or are you the hand trying to knock the board over? He turns slightly, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips.