Jun pinched the bridge of his nose at the volume of the boy -- were all kids so loud when they got excited? -- but smiled despite himself at his enthusiasm. He remembered what it was like to be that age, when fighting was the only good thing in the world to look forward to. He never really grew out of it, though. Spirits, if he was even half as bad as the kid, how did his uncle put up with him?

"Yeah, something like that," he said, heading towards the door and the open clearing behind the inn, surrounded by trees. He'd seen it through a window the previous night and thought, half-drunkenly, that it would be a good place to 'share his knowledge'. As they reached it, Jun inhaled deeply. 

"Right, so! Show me what you can make with that bending of yours," he continued cheerily, clapping his hands.
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Suyin silently signalled for her teammates to follow her as she snuck off the boat, looking left and right then ducking behind the flames created by the infantry. It was one thing to be a non-bender from the Fire Nation, but he father would [i]never[/i] allow her to shy away from fire. The tunnels were close -- very close -- if they followed the traditional layout of an old fort. Around the back, past the stone outer wall and--
Pirates, eight of them, stood around the tight cavernous entrance to the backdoor of the fortress. They didn't look particularly important, mere cannon fodder; the useless put on guard duty just in case someone did try and sneak in. Well, this was going to be fun, she thought, looking towards Sen and Lee.