Sunday, January 11 *thud*. Xur sighed as he set down his heavy, unwieldy burden on the ground to rest. Carrying around a massive bag full of coins that acted like mini vibro-massagers was not easy nor fun. The bag jiggled and rattled, sounding like 1,000 bees had been put in a tin can that was about to explode. Grunting as he picked up the bag, he thought to himself "I don't get paid enough for this." Trudging down the back alley that would take him to the door of the nine's meeting place, he wondered if there was anyone else who would hire him despite his "disabilities". Arriving at the front of an old, rundown building from the remnants of the golden age, called a "hotel", he knocked on the door. Soon afterwords, a portly balding man came to open it for him, even though the door barely stood on one hinge. The man, as he did every week, said to Xur, "Hey, Xur! My main man! How ya been?" "Just open the door Eddie." Replied Xur. He wondered why this annoying man was still alive, but orders from the nine are orders, so Xur just played along. Pushing past Eddie as he made a feeble attempt to "get together sometime," Xur walked down the main hallway, filing past doors with strange symbols on the front of them. Finding the door with '81' on the front of it, he knocked on the door, then waited 5 minutes before going in. He questioned the need for this, as the nine couldn't hear him, and the lock on the door had rusted shut a decade beforehand. Turning directly to the bookshelf, the only intact piece of furniture in the tiny room with its dilapidated ceiling and rotting walls, which Xur thought was kinda suspicious, but the nine didn't like to be questioned, so he left it alone. He pushed said bookcase aside, rapped on the wall of the tunnel found there, and then walked inside towards a large circular room. Well, room wasn't really an apt description. More like a cave. The nine had dug this out as a place to have their weekly meetings, and they each had their own way of coming and going without being seen. Too be honest, Xur thought that he had been given the longest and most confusing route, even though he was one of the chief of the nine's agents. He had often considered skipping parts of his route, but they always seemed to know when he had, and after last time he was not eager to disobey again. Walking to the center of the chamber, Xur set down the bag and waited to be addressed by one of the nine, probably number 1. He had decided to give them numbers because he knew none of their names, and it was easier to keep them straight that way. Soon, a chained thrall runs out from the shadows, and grabs the bag of strange coins, dragging it out of sight. Roughly 2 minutes after the thrall had gone, number one spoke: "Xur, agent of the nine, how goes the business in the tower?" Too which he replied, "same as usual. There were some glad that The last word was on sale, some mad, some claimed it would "break pvp," whatever that is, and others ranted that I was selling "this peice of junk" and not something called an eycebreeker or a yealerharn. I'm really not sure what those are, too be honest." Then number three spoke; "What of the divide between the two sides in the tower that you told us about earlier, what were, they called, the 'noobs' and the 'pros'?" Xur answered, " the divide continually grows, the 'noobs' wanting the "eycebreeker" and "yealerharn", while the pros complain that selling these things would 'break the game'." I think all of those people are insane. Half the tin their gibbering makes no sense, thought Xur. Before he could voice his opinion though, number 1 broke in, asking, "what do you think would happen if we sold one of these weapons?" Xur thought for a little bit, then replied simply, "civil war." When he said this he could almost feel the mood of the room shift, could almost see the grins of sharks circling around injured pray, smelling blood. A sharp call rang out from number four, "Sam!" A shock, sense he rarely spoke at these meetings. A chained, poorly treated specimen of a human walked out, shuffling and hanging his head in shame. Xur had pity on him for a moment, remembering what it was like to be new, but that emotion was gone in an instant. Number 1 then issued orders to the poor man Sam, "Now is the time Sam, to use that trust that the people have given you for your sale 'predictions'. We want you to 'leak' that the 'eycebreeker' is being sold, but fill it with uncertainty, we want there too be mass speculation and questioning before the sale, to drive the suspense up." "Yes, my master." Sam humbly replied. After hearing this statement, Xur mentally prepared himself for next week's wave of abuse and frustration that would come from selling this weapon. Number one then addressed him, saying, "Xur, you know what you need to do. If this is done right, the tower will be ours. Long live the Nine!" Sunday, January 18. Xur slowly hobbled down the tunnel to the cave, in intense pain from the 'guardians', but still glad to be alive. Behind him he had 4 bags of coins dragging, filled to capacity and requiring 3 of the slaves per bag to carry. He once again stood in the same spot he always did, and waited for the thrall to come and take the bags to the treasury and kill the slaves. After that was done and the bodies had been disposed of, number one again led off the meeting with his usual question, "Xur, Agent of the Nine, how goes the business in the tower?" Xur, exasperated with the weeks events and frustrated at these stupid questions too which they new the answers beforehand, replied, "you know full well what the tower is like right now." Number one was silent for a while, then said, "You would do well to remember you're place, Xur. I like you, and you have done well, but next time your insolence will not be tolerated." Xur sighed, frustrated that his emotions had gotten away from him. He then said, dejectedly, "the tower is in chaos. The noobs and pros are almost all out fighting. There is this huge debate over 'xurned vs. earned', and no one agrees with each other." Then number one said, "Now is the time for the nine too take our rightful place, in control of the tower. We must move quickly, too gather followers and to use our resources to further strengthen he divide and crush resistance. The Nine shall have our final victory. Long live the Nine!" Edit: TLDR: Xur selling the icebreaker was a conspiracy by the nine to divide the tower so they could control it.