In the early morning, Tower Guardian Ge Lin awakens to the low hum of mechanical devices. Sunlight pours into the room through the crystal glass windows on one side of the tower's lounge, casting alternating light and shadow patterns from the decorative ironwork on the window frame across the floor. The distant sky is vast and cloudless, and the mechanical antenna dish atop the Lu'an Hub is angling slightly, its jagged alloy frame slowly moving past the window, slicing the sky into intricate geometric patterns.
"Not bad, it's good weather... The Mages' weather forecasts are getting more accurate."
