The glasses of a few bottles banged lightly in the low populated pub. Zodin was only two drinks in when he started rethinking his choice. It may have been overcast out, and there weren't many people outside, but that was enough to convince Zodin that it would be better outside, rather drinking away the day inside. Zodin pondered the idea of what it would be like if he drank every time one of his leads on the avatar went cold, he figured he'd have been an alcoholic by now. Zodin decided he didn't want to go down that road, so he paid for his drink and left.

The twin doors swung back into place behind Zodin as he stood there looking up at the sky in front of the local watering hole. He started to map out a rout he can take to enter the fire nation, a rout in which he could avoid suspicion and not be stopped by fire nation patrol. The closest island would be ember island, but it was across a large body of water, so he would need a boat captain who is brave enough to cross over nations with the risk of being stopped by the fire nation.  

Zodin started working out the possibilities of getting caught, finding a boatman, and finding a lead as to where the avatar might be.  Everything seemed possible, so he pursued it, heading for the docs where he could convince, maybe bribe, a boatman to sail across the body of water.