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Name: Pan
Age: 28
Affiliation: Air Nomads
Bending: Air Bender
Background:
Pan is a traveler and scholar, lover and collector of stories and music, she travels the world collecting and hoarding what other nations have to try and share them with her people. To avoid being called out as a Nomad, she often deploys a rough wig fashioned from her Sky Bison, Yoma, and sells herself as a scribe. [/hider]

Milling about Goju, there was a murmur of activity about, so much so that even Pan was taken in by the talk. Fire Nation activity, rumors of ploys, and something about the Fire Lord's Firedillo being taken by the Earth King; now that, she found the most interesting topic of discussion. However, as curious as Firedillo heist might have been, she was more intent on this scroll she had just found. Her mentors had told her to stay out of the city, but she had never let that stop her before. If this city was gonna be burnt to the ground, she was going to get what she could and bail. The book shop was a little out of the way, at the outskirts of a market. The owner was a crone of a woman, eyeing everyone with an air of suspicion that made Pan ponder if she did something wrong. The scroll itself was weathered, had been out in the sun too much, and it's contents, some sort of Water Nation ritual dance, were starting to fade; perfect for her Southern Water Tribe collection. [color=6ecff6]"What say I offer ye, three copper pieces?"[/color] She asked, holding up the scroll in one hand, her deft fingers wiggling out three coins that the she held, concealing a forth silver piece inside the pit of her thumb. She tried her best winning smile, and was met with the cold gaze of the crone. [color=c4df9b]"No." [/color]

Pan blinked, her scalp growing more itchy under the wig of white hair she sported. She nodded, slowly, wiggling the forth piece out, as if trying to put on abit of a show. [color=6ecff6]"What say, a silver and three coppers?"[/color] This time however, the crone scoffed, offering out and old and leathery hand to collect the coin. [color=a2d39c]"Be off with yourself girl. This is not the day for antics." [/color]Rolling her new piece of work into her satchel, Pan's smile faded at the woman's words. Were things really that bad? 

So deep in these thoughts, she turned to leave, nearly bumping into a young man with a stack of books, and nimbly squeezed between and the door frame. Stepping out into the market, she wondered if it would just be wise to leave now, maybe there was something truly about to go down in the city today. She'd rather not stretch her pacifist ideals this day. She just wanted some scrolls after all.