Iroh 艾洛

“You can’t always see the light at the end of the tunnel, but if you just keep moving, you will come to a better place.” [[#ATLARP #MVRP]] #мιroĸι

[Iroh 艾洛 @FlamesOfTheWest]

“We should put aside our differences and play a nice game of Pai Sho.”

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@Saiyahan -some of the best items."

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@Saiyahan -store. Holding the folded menu outward, he spoke again.

"Take some time to look through this. If you prefer, I can recommend-

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@Saiyahan -Ba Sing Se!"

Yes, Iroh had a habit of being cheery, but a special excitement could be found when he greeted a newcomer to his-

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@Saiyahan -man found his seat, the shop owner found a menu and floated closer.

"Welcome to the Jasmine Dragon! Home of the best tea in-

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@Saiyahan -(Hm...By his dress, I would say he is a foreigner. I guess the soldiers in the Upper Ring have lightened up!)

While the young-

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As @Saiyahan took his steps onto the emerald carpet leading into The Jasmine Dragon, Iroh viewed the tall blonde from across the shop.-

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"Hrm...Should I warn the Avatar?

No, not so soon. I have to confirm these suspicions before jumping to conclusions..."

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-many reasons that any of the great spirits would send warning. What was known was that there were truly pressing times on the horizon.

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-let Fang know that I will come see him soon."

He would not let it show to the messenger, but this was truly concerning. There are not-

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-ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ ᶦˢ ᶜᵒᵐᶦᶰᵍ ᵗᵒᵒ⋅⋅⋅"

The fragile spirit gripped its arms tight.

"Fret not, little one. Run along home for now. And please-

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-great spirits sending a message to this side? Odd to say the least.

"ᵀʰᵉʸ ˢᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʷᵃʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘᵖᶜᵒᵐᶦᶰᵍ ᵈᵃʸˢ⋅ ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵗʰᶦᶰᵏ-

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-responded.

"ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶠᵉᶫᵗ⋅⋅⋅ʷᵉᶦʳᵈ⋅⋅⋅ᵀʰᵉʸ ʷᵒᵘᶫᵈᶰ'ᵗ ᵗᵉᶫᶫ ᵐᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵍᵒᶦᶰᵍ ᵒᶰ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᴴᵉᶦ ᴮᵃᶦ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶠᵃᶰᵍ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ⋅"

Two-

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right to reach out to them.

"Why what is the problem, little one?" the senior uttered.

"ᵂᵉᶫᶫ⋅⋅⋅ᴵ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ʳᵉᵃᶫᶫʸ ᵏᶰᵒʷ," the tiny spirit-

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-Raising a hand for the spirit to move to, Iroh gave himself to the being. As one who is in tune with the spirits, he felt that it was only-

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-focus.

A tiny spirit perched itself on Iroh's shoulder, as its voice rang directly into the elder's ear.

"ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵐᵉᶰᵗ, ˢᶦʳ﹖"-

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-confirms their enjoyment of this game.

After parting ways with the former mugger, Iroh is left alone with only the thought that broke his-

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-Mixed groans and cheers rise from the surrounding crowd as the old general takes his victory. The outstretched hands from the two players-

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@EbonyHalo //TRUE? >.>

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-waved across the board while amber eyes weigh each possible outcome.

"Yet you have much to learn before you can hold a knife to me here."-