The cold hadn't stopped the people of Ember Island from enjoying their harvest festival, even if it had stopped a good deal of the actual harvest.  People were gathered in the square, where a large bon fire was lit, heating and lighting much of the square.  People gathered around it, and a few fire bending jugglers were performing.  

Jalika was mingling about the crowd, well known in this town for selling silk on festival days, even in this weather she did not disappoint.  She didn't rent a stall, but instead carried a large bundle of the shiny golden fabric in a heavy pack on her back.  Every once in a while, someone would pass her a handful of coins, and she'd give them a length of silk.  It wasn't selling terribly well this year.  Silk didn't keep you warm, and some people were more interested in the Earth Kingdom fellow selling wool.  Still, the pockets inside her own silk robe were jingling pleasantly with coins by the time she saw the plume of black smoke rising form elsewhere in the town.  No one else had noticed yet, and, as quietly as she could, just dumped her silks in an alley, leaning against a wall, and bought a skin of spiced wine from a street vendor, then started heading in that direction.  

She could feel the disturbance in the air on her scalp, and could tell where the fire bender in question was, and managed to veer that direction, taking periodic sips from her wine skin.  As she got closer, she was starting to sway a little in her walking, and her eyes were glazed by the time she reached the field where the two firebenders were talking.  She started walking towards them, waving congenially.