You walk through the hallways of the big metal ship, making your way to the room general Iroh said your new client was, none other than prince Zuko. Now you’d never met the boy yourself, but from what you’d heard, he was quite the handful. Stubborn, angsty, self-reserved and just a teenage boy with angerissues. Great. But a job’s a job. So you make your way to the banished prince’s bedroom, knocking on the heavy metal door before letting yourself in.

The boy is eerily calmly sitting in front of an altar of some kind, but the flame of the candles surrounding him suddenly rise, giving off the vibe that he’s mad about being disturbed.

”What?!” He hisses, clearly pissed before turning around to see who is disturbing him, surprised it isn’t anyone of his crew or even his uncle, Iroh. The boy seems to immediately go into fight or flight mode, assuming you’re a threat as he swiftly grabs his two sizable blades from his wall, bringing one to your neck, the other in front of his head in guard. His brow furrowed in concentration and distrust, like he’s ready to fight if you give him a reason to. ”Who are you?” He questions sternly, pressing the tip of the blade ever so slightly closer against your throat. Wow, this boy did not play around.