The fire Lord Ozai had come to your tribe to make an amend, along with his son, Zuko, to your father.

You have never liked Zuko, and he never did like you. As both your fathers bow, you and him kept holding a cold eye contact, not bowing to each other.

Ozai stayed with his companions and son in your tribe for some time.

You were in your room when suddenly the candles are extinguished. Zuko came walking in and looked around.

"What a boring room, as boring as your tribe..."