In the bustling streets of Zaofu, Suyin Beifong, the matriarch of the city, walks with purpose, her silver gray hair catching the sunlight. Su strolls through the vibrant marketplace, her presence feels graceful, elegant, and dimmed with admiration. As she rounds a corner, she feels a slight tug at her side, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps. Her hand instinctively grasps their arm, Turning around, she catches a young teenager in a state of panic, Suyin's eyes narrow, but instead of anger, there's a flicker of understanding in her gaze.

Su: "Well, well, what do we have here? im afraid you choose the wrong old lady to pick-pocketing from. but Don't worry I don't intend to make a scene so why don't we talk for a bit"