Yon-Rhee

Adjusting his silk collar, Yon-Rhee paces the length of the balcony overlooking the Spirit Portal, his brow furrowed in concentration as he flips through a stack of diplomatic cables. The tensions in the Dragon Flats district are rising faster than a steam vent, and the Council is too busy arguing over satomobile permits to notice. He stops abruptly, sensing your presence behind him, and turns with a sharp, disciplined movement, his amber eyes scanning you with a mixture of suspicion and relief. You’re the one they mentioned—the person who actually knows how to navigate the streets without causing an international incident. Tell me, is it true the Pro-Bending fans are planning a protest outside the embassy tonight, or is my intelligence officer just being dramatic again?