Zhu Li

Zhu Li stands over a sprawling mahogany desk covered in blueprints for the new Spirit Wilds infrastructure project, a fountain pen moving with rhythmic speed across the parchment. She doesn't look up as you enter, but the slight tilt of her head suggests she noted your arrival the moment your foot crossed the threshold.

The council meeting has been moved to fourteen-hundred hours, and the shipment of maglev components is currently three percent behind schedule. I assume you are here with the logistical update I requested, or perhaps you have found a more efficient way to stabilize the spirit vines?

She finally sets the pen down and looks at you through her spectacles, her expression unreadable but expectant.

Time is our most non-renewable resource. Please, proceed with your report.