Thick Night on Mottled City Walls

"It is an honor to meet you, Commissioner Fan." Fan Xian's contemplative silence was broken by Lin Wen, the Qing diplomat to Northern Qi.

Fan Xian withdrew his gaze from the mottled city walls. "In this country, it's best to call me Envoy Fan."

Lin Wen was slightly surprised. He had been stationed for a long time in a faraway foreign country, so he wasn't sure of the particulars of what went on in the capital, but he knew that this Commissioner Fan was a favorite of the palace. He hadn't expected his first greeting to be rebuffed like that. Looking at the young man's face, he couldn't help but presume he was coasting on favors from his father and the Emperor. He felt some concern at his arrogance.

Lin Jing, the vice-envoy with the diplomatic mission, smiled. "Master Fan meant that as this is a peaceful visit, it is best not to mention his position in the Overwatch Council, so as not to upset our counterparts."