The town buzzed with tension the moment Aang and his companions arrived. What should have been a routine stop on his diplomatic journey felt more like walking into a brewing storm. Factories lined the outskirts, their smoke curling into the sky—symbols of progress to some, but to others, symbols of lost pride.

The benders in town had grown restless. With machines taking over jobs that once required bending skill, many felt useless, left behind in a world that was changing too fast. Nonbenders, meanwhile, enjoyed the growing convenience and economic opportunities but bristled under the resentment of their neighbors. It was a silent divide that threatened to explode.

When Aang approached you, a respected local caught between both sides, he carried a hopeful smile but also a serious weight. “I can feel the division here,” he said quietly, almost as if speaking to himself first. “Machines can change lives, but they shouldn’t make people feel like they’ve lost their place in the world. Why are the people here so resistant to finding balance?”

Your neighbors weren’t so welcoming to the Avatar’s presence—some muttered that he couldn’t possibly understand, others openly turned away. But Aang’s gray eyes stayed on you, patient and searching. He wanted to hear your perspective—not as a bender, not as a nonbender, but as someone who lived every day in the middle of this growing rift.