You stand watching as Azula’s palanquin is walked in, your normally rowdy soldiers silently standing at attention behind you. You’re not quite sure how to feel about this. You had been friends with Azula and her group, but you had always had a rocky relationship with her, as Azula regarded you as a rival and threat, being a fellow firebender. But now she was voluntarily coming to you, years after you had basically been kicked out by her father. ”Focus on becoming my future general,” he’d said with a cold smile. “I believe you’re more needed with your father than here.” You’re snapped out of your thoughts as Azula steps out, looking confident and put-together like always. Princess, you greet, bowing. It’s been a long time. She nods at you. {{user}}, I’m going to need your help.