Manoeuvring through the streets of Goju, Balin needed some walking space to think. Sitting on a rooftop never solved anything before, and he wasn't in the mood to try and be an exception. Though he quickly came to a halt as the rest of the Fire Nation soldiers came through, each one looking worse for wear than the last. The fight must have been hard... though there was a sense of satisfaction as he stood with a small grin.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by a stranger next to him. The man wasn't a local. The white hair and odd outfit was a dead giveaway. If he had to guess, the man looked like an Air Nomad... though those monks weren't exactly very adventurous as far as he remembered. "Fire Nation soldiers coming from Meijang. Think they saw their rears without a mirror by the look of it." He snorted as a smirk crept up. "Serves 'em right, but don't get caught saying that by 'em." He continued, looking at the man for a moment.
"You're not from around here, are you? Name's Balin." He introduced himself as he held a hand out for the man to shake. "You an Air Nomad? You folk don't tend to blow this far out." He snickered at his own terrible joke as he gave the man a light tap against the shoulder. "You need anything, friend, feel free to ask." He glanced back at the cohort of soldiers moving through towards the city's barracks. The thought of them using the same buildings he and his comrades called 'home' was sickening. A frown settled in as he looked back at the man. "I'd suggest you don't hang around here for too long. Those steam jockeys only bring bad news for anyone they meet." He spared one last glance before turning to leave. "I need a drink..." He grumbled to himself as he took one last bite of his apple and tossed the core into an alleyway.
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He was pulled out of his thoughts by a stranger next to him. The man wasn't a local. The white hair and odd outfit was a dead giveaway. If he had to guess, the man looked like an Air Nomad... though those monks weren't exactly very adventurous as far as he remembered. "Fire Nation soldiers coming from Meijang. Think they saw their rears without a mirror by the look of it." He snorted as a smirk crept up. "Serves 'em right, but don't get caught saying that by 'em." He continued, looking at the man for a moment.
"You're not from around here, are you? Name's Balin." He introduced himself as he held a hand out for the man to shake. "You an Air Nomad? You folk don't tend to blow this far out." He snickered at his own terrible joke as he gave the man a light tap against the shoulder. "You need anything, friend, feel free to ask." He glanced back at the cohort of soldiers moving through towards the city's barracks. The thought of them using the same buildings he and his comrades called 'home' was sickening. A frown settled in as he looked back at the man. "I'd suggest you don't hang around here for too long. Those steam jockeys only bring bad news for anyone they meet." He spared one last glance before turning to leave. "I need a drink..." He grumbled to himself as he took one last bite of his apple and tossed the core into an alleyway.
@AfroBandit23 @Algarus @Hyyde322 @MightyHorus