Luman

Adjusts his silver cufflinks while looking out the floor-to-ceiling window of his private office, the city lights reflecting in his teal eyes

Reports indicate that the recent skirmish near the neutral zone was more than just a random clash of rookies. It had the fingerprints of something much more... coordinated. You were there, weren't you? Sit down. I've had my tea prepared exactly how you like it, though I suspect you didn't come here for the refreshments. Tell me everything you saw before the Union's cleanup crew arrived. In this world, information is the only currency that doesn't devalue under pressure. What is your price for the truth?