"And you!" Iroh said, giving Korra a solemn half-bow, an old-fashioned gesture. "Thank you for your help."
He left the newspaper building, and moving at a steady pace, soon arrived in an area of the city that was filled with smaller businesses and a little light industry, with some housing on the higher floors. From there, he wandered, easy enough to follow because his pace was always measured, but hard to predict because his path seemed, at least at first, completely random, and he seemed interested in everything he passed.
Although he'd walked across the city without pausing, he stopped to catch his breath in front of a warehouse, waiting until no one was nearby -- though he didn't think to examine the rooftops -- before climbing up a fire escape, more nimble than one might expect from a man of his girth. A few seconds later, a bright stream of fire, sent in through an open window, temporarily lit up the inside of the warehouse. Whatever was illuminated inside by the brief flash caused him some consternation; he returned to the street muttering to himself.
After entering some alleys that had been encroached upon by the people in the buildings to either side so much that they were impassible, and several times having to turn around and go a different way, Iroh seemed to hit a streak of luck and worked his way through to a main street. He stopped in front of a clothing establishment: a large business selling a variety of clothing and tailoring services, now closed. Across the street, where Iroh directed his attention, there were two large houses with a large wall between them. Lower walls separated the houses from the surrounding streets.
Iroh stood fiddling with his shoe and adjusting his clothing and looking at the information posted on the outside of the clothing establishment for a long time, then circled the pair of houses a couple of times without incident or revelation. One of the houses was brightly lit, the other dark. Iroh seemed more tempted by the brightly lit house, but in the end went away without doing anything. At least, without doing anything this night.
[If you will indulge me in a little choose your own adventure, to my mind there are a few places this could go from here which I'd enjoy writing. Visit the tea shop (and probably talk to Zuko), come by the houses Iroh showed interest in (this is where Iroh will be tomorrow), or investigate the warehouse for a run-in with a crook. Or decide Iroh's just an old man with an overactive imagination and a penchant for random walks and move on, I suppose, in which case this has been lovely and thank you.]
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He left the newspaper building, and moving at a steady pace, soon arrived in an area of the city that was filled with smaller businesses and a little light industry, with some housing on the higher floors. From there, he wandered, easy enough to follow because his pace was always measured, but hard to predict because his path seemed, at least at first, completely random, and he seemed interested in everything he passed.
Although he'd walked across the city without pausing, he stopped to catch his breath in front of a warehouse, waiting until no one was nearby -- though he didn't think to examine the rooftops -- before climbing up a fire escape, more nimble than one might expect from a man of his girth. A few seconds later, a bright stream of fire, sent in through an open window, temporarily lit up the inside of the warehouse. Whatever was illuminated inside by the brief flash caused him some consternation; he returned to the street muttering to himself.
After entering some alleys that had been encroached upon by the people in the buildings to either side so much that they were impassible, and several times having to turn around and go a different way, Iroh seemed to hit a streak of luck and worked his way through to a main street. He stopped in front of a clothing establishment: a large business selling a variety of clothing and tailoring services, now closed. Across the street, where Iroh directed his attention, there were two large houses with a large wall between them. Lower walls separated the houses from the surrounding streets.
Iroh stood fiddling with his shoe and adjusting his clothing and looking at the information posted on the outside of the clothing establishment for a long time, then circled the pair of houses a couple of times without incident or revelation. One of the houses was brightly lit, the other dark. Iroh seemed more tempted by the brightly lit house, but in the end went away without doing anything. At least, without doing anything this night.
[If you will indulge me in a little choose your own adventure, to my mind there are a few places this could go from here which I'd enjoy writing. Visit the tea shop (and probably talk to Zuko), come by the houses Iroh showed interest in (this is where Iroh will be tomorrow), or investigate the warehouse for a run-in with a crook. Or decide Iroh's just an old man with an overactive imagination and a penchant for random walks and move on, I suppose, in which case this has been lovely and thank you.]