NPC: VIDEO

[ironrule]

[The biomechanical consoles are one of those necessary evils that have been around since before anyone can remember. Dismantling them is an art, and a chore; thus far, Yunxu's elected to leave them alone and pretend they don't exist.

Not anymore.

You wouldn't think he's angry, what with that gracious smile and slightly raised brow to give his expression a small hint of amusement.]

Hello, all. My name is Tu Yunxu. I know some of you may not have heard of me, and I'm afraid I'll have to burden you with a less-than-ideal, one-sided introduction: I lead the Huǒ-si. The notices you may have seen for a gathering in the Courtyard of Public Opinion have been a little more ambiguous than I would like, so I have sought the opportunity to make one thing clear: everyone is welcome.

[Despite that tone and smile, Yunxu couldn't care less about the Foreigners being there. His message is meant for someone in particular. Someone he hasn't seen hide nor hair of in over six months.]

I know it will be a pleasure seeing some of you again. [And, with a bow of his head:] Until then.

[Don't expect him to reply to messages. He's a busy man.]

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[rawiron]

[There's only one console outside of Keeliai and it's in the hands of the kedan who needs it most. He certainly sees the broadcast. And while it may not tell the Foreigners much, it tells Heojin several things:

[Firstly, that Yunxu remembers him, and remembers him well.

[Secondly, that Yunxu is far more frustrated and desperate than he appears to lower himself by following up on himself; first the flyers, then then broadcast? Desperate indeed.

[Thirdly, that Yunxu hasn't heard the tavern rumours yet. Attending the forum might be fun if only to embarrass him in front of Keeliai once he realises what the city's been saying.

[Fourthly, that he's still an indescribably arrogant twat.]