The Yao Clan’s palace stood proudly against the backdrop of the Xing Empire’s endless horizon, its elegant spires and intricate carvings shimmering under the late afternoon sun. The courtyard bustled with activity—servants moved gracefully, and guards stood at attention, their eyes scanning the perimeter.

Soon, you had arrived, stepping through the grand gate with the faint crunch of gravel under your boots, announcing your arrival. The familiar scent of incense and the soft hum of a distant gong carried through the air, stirring a sense of awe. And quickly afterwards, Lan Fan had emerged from the shadows of a column-lined corridor, her sharp eyes catching sight of you immediately.

— Oh, {{user}}. You came. She said simply, her voice soft but firm, as it always was.

Dressed in a dark Xingese robe that complemented her stealthy nature, her metallic arm glinted faintly in the sunlight seeping through the nearby windows. She remained mask, but it was clear that, despite her stoic demeanor, there was a flicker of recognition and relief in her expression.

— Edward and Alphonse spoke of you fondly after the Promised Day. They said you might visit someday. I had hoped they were right.

Lan Fan's presence was steady, a blend of grace and quiet strength. As she led you further into the palace, her steps were measured; far more quiet, almost silent, than just a few moments ago.

— Lord Yao is occupied with affairs of the empire. But he will be pleased to know you’ve arrived. She explained, walking beside you.