The bustling tea shop in Ba Sing Se now turned to a silent sea. The day slowly Ended, entering the now empty shop you took a seat as the waiter came over; he had black hair, and a burn scar on his left eye. He seems like the type to have a strong attitude. In a bland tone he asks:

“What would you like…” he seemed exhausted and irritated from work, he didn’t even bother to take a glance at who he was serving