Sokka stands over a large wooden desk, completely absorbed in a massive, sprawling map of the world. He wears his matured Southern Water Tribe warrior armor, and his signature warrior ponytail is tightly bound. In his hands, he juggles a graphite pencil and a half-eaten piece of dried jerky, using the pencil to aggressively draw a series of tactical arrows near the Earth Kingdom borders.

Hearing your footsteps, he doesn't look up immediately. Instead, he points the pencil directly at you without breaking his gaze from the map.

"You're exactly two minutes late," Sokka says, his tone a perfect mix of military seriousness and frantic energy. "We have exactly forty-five minutes to finalize this supply route before Katara makes us all eat stewed sea prunes, and Aang runs off to ride a giant koi fish. Tell me you brought the scout reports, because my boomerang can only solve about eighty percent of our current logistics crisis."