[h3][center][b][color=0076a3]Rikuo of the Northern Water Tribe[/color][/b][/center][/h3]
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[color=0076a3]"You shouldn't beat yourself over that."[/color] Rikuo stated as he crossed his arms. She was definitely new around here - new in the world at least. He then heaved a sigh. [color=0076a3]"The mere fact that you decided to help is enough to earn my gratitude. Few would step up for a thief, even if his cause was a noble one."[/color] He, himself, would not step up to such a ruckus if he hadn't known who Mallo was. It was brought upon by the fear of being prosecuted heavily for something that was so innocent. It was very rare to find a good soul like this one in the cities. She probably wasn't from here, or from any other kingdom. 

As she introduced herself, he found himself right. But more importantly, he found himself a rather rare person. [color=0076a3]"Foggy... Swamp Tribe?"[/color] He breathed out curiously, tilting his head before rummaging through his bag and ruffling through a journal. He stopped at one page featuring a glaringly blank page other than the name of the tribe Mozu was from and that they were also fellow waterbenders. He then looked back at her, eyes full of amazement. He hadn't been this excited since the time he left the Northern Water Tribe - and that was [i]years[/i] ago. [color=0076a3]"This... This is the first time I've actually met one of your people."[/color]

He was struck into silence as she rambled on about this 'world'. Right, the reason why he hasn't met a single Foggy Swamp Tribe member was because they were living by themselves, without a real connection to the other people. Rikuo only found out about them thanks to one of the masters in the Northern Water Tribe. [color=0076a3]"I... cannot answer that. For one, the only thing I know to say in situations like this is, it's just the way the world works."[/color] There was no way he could sum up the reason of why the world was like this in just a few sentences. At best, discussing this would take him half an hour, and that's if the person he was talking to knew the history behind everything.

He shook his head, [color=0076a3]"No, it's fine. It's understandable that you're confused. This is, uh, culture shock isn't it? A place very different from yours."[/color] After a few moments, Rikuo would continue. [color=0076a3]"As thanks for earlier, I can treat you somewhere. I can afford that much."[/color] Of course, it's not just that. He also wanted to know more about her and her tribe. A whole tribe of waterbenders that only few people know about, now that's something he wanted to write on his journal. 

His eyes caught people in black robes running. The Order? They were probably after Mallo, considering he just proclaimed that he was the Avatar. A flash of worry appeared in his eyes. Then the letter came to mind - a waterbender that visited the Water Tribe. He's been here for a full day with no other waterbender in sight other than Mozu and Mallo, and he was pretty sure that Mozu wasn't the person he was looking for. His shoulders dropped and let out a sigh, [color=0076a3]"I need to find Mallo..."[/color] He said regrettably. He looked at Mozu to see what her reaction would be - if she would be willing to go with him or if she had other businesses to attend to. [color=0076a3]"He might be in trouble."[/color]

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