(Zilana) A cool breeze blows through the Monument to the Unbroken, and the leaves rustle in the wind. The gardens sprawl out in every direction, and the scent of flowers hangs in the air. Zilana Luce stands just before the large statue of the Viceroy, peering curiously at it is as though she's only just seen it for the first time. (Yaala) Yaala'ani stands at the statue, frowning at it deeply, her lekku twitching in agitation. She reaches out a hand to touch the ediface briefly.