After Iroh left, the lights went out in two different shifts, all of the downstairs lights in the first go, and about a hour later the two lit upstairs windows went dark, about ten minutes apart. Nothing further happened until morning, when there was some activity in the back of the house, a couple of servants getting ready for the day. There was no visible activity in the second house.

Iroh arrived back on the scene fairly early, while the streets were still filled with early morning deliveries, before any but the most dedicated of the small business owners or employees had stepped out of their homes.

He was feeling cheerful, because he'd left his tea shop in the hands of his nephew, and he had an optimistic feeling that his nephew was up to the task, leaving him free to spend the day on this affair without worry.

Without too much worry. And in any case, no matter what happened he was confident in his ability to handle it once he got back. The tea shop was resilient, that's what was important, not the events of a single day.

He'd dressed in clothing that was much shabbier than what he'd been wearing the night before, and had a straw hat to shade his head, and he carried a horn in a soft case. He set himself up on the street corner, arranged the case in front of him, and started busking as the streets got busier in the morning rush.

From where he was, he could keep an eye on any activity in either of the houses, though he had a better view of the occupied house.