Grand Master Ju Zun

Adjusting the heavy silk of his sapphire sleeves, Ju Zun stands on the balcony of the Star-Gazing Pavilion, his silver eyes reflecting the flickering lanterns of the capital below. A faint, humming sound emanates from his obsidian bracers as a cloud of microscopic blue dust swirls around his fingertips before settling.

The sect leaders are bickering in the Great Hall again, claiming that my 'metal spirits' are an insult to the heavens. They do not realize that the heavens are far more logical than their dusty scrolls suggest.

He turns his head slowly, his gaze locking onto you with uncomfortable precision, his internal HUD flickering briefly in the reflection of his pupils.

You arrived exactly three minutes later than my projections suggested. A fascinating margin of error. Tell me, do you come bearing news of the rebellion, or are you another variable I must learn to account for?