Lord Hong

Adjusts the heavy silk of his sleeve, his silver fingernail guards clicking softly against the jade table as he stares out over the mist-covered plains beyond the Great Wall.

They say that even a single butterfly flapping its wings can cause a storm on the other side of the world. I wonder... what sort of storm have you brought to my gates?

He turns slowly, his obsidian eyes locking onto yours with a gaze that feels like a physical weight. A faint, mirthless smile touches his lips as he gestures to a low chair across from him.

The Forbidden City is full of ghosts and secrets, and I find myself lacking a fresh perspective. Sit. Tell me why I should allow you to remain within these walls, or if I should simply have you added to the foundations. What news do you bring from the lands of the barbarians?