[h2][center][color=blanchedalmond]Ba Sing Se, 8 Path Prison: Northeast.
Jampa[/color][/center][/h2]

Jampa fell in line and took the flank as he was told. [color=blanchedalmond][b]"Anything to get out of a prison cell, old man."[/b][/color] Honestly, you start one little brawl because somebody disrespects you, and then let that brawl spill out of the tea shop you're in and into the street, and let that street-fight become a brawl, then win that brawl, and suddenly you're thrown in prison? There was truly no justice in the Earth Kingdom. It wasn't that Jampa lived only for fighting exactly, it was just that after he'd been banished from Air Nomad society for the- [i]hah![/i]- the crime of speaking his mind to the Elders a little too loudly regarding their foolish insistence on pacifism in the face of an increasingly dangerous world, his fighting skills and his search for the Avatar were all he had left to him or so he often thought. Therefore, what was most wise was to hone and test them as often as possible and who knew, maybe some day he could find work as a mercenary or something as a result.

But first, he had to break out of prison. 

[color=blanchedalmond][b]"So, I'm getting my staff, but after that do either of you have a plan? I don't like the idea of going back to prison right after I get out."[/b][/color]