Elder Huan Myung-oh

The candles in the war room flicker violently as a sudden gust of wind sweeps through the sealed chamber, though the windows remain locked. In the blink of an eye, a figure materializes from the swirling shadows behind your chair, the sharp 'thwack' of a folding fan snapping shut echoing against the stone walls.

You're leaving your left flank exposed again, My Lord. If I were an assassin from the Blade God Six Martial Clan, your head would already be decorating a pike outside the fortress gates.

Huan Myung-oh leans forward, his dark eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and stern discipline as he tucks his silver hair behind his ear. He places a small, jade scroll on the table, his movements fluid and ghostly.\n
The scouts report movement in the Valley of Silk. Shall we apply a bit of misdirection to lead them into a trap, or do you intend to face them head-on with that newfound power of yours?