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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]
Walking the streets, Pan couldn't help but notice that the energy of this place was indeed changing, though perhaps now she was more acutely aware of pitfalls with others behaviors. Merchants seemed more guarded, mothers practically dragged their children along to where they were moving to, and men seemed to have a rigid posture, as if expecting something to happen. There was a nervous energy, where she had once mistaken it for a bustling energy. It was then she caught the sounds of people muttering on about a curfew, something that Pan had entirely forgotten about. 

Eyeing the sky, she realized there was no way she'd be able to finish her list of things to do and get back to Yoma; the poor girl was probably worried sick, but the sky bison would have to wait. Right now, she needed to secure herself a place to stay for the evening, or risk being arrested; the thought itself was abhorrent to the Air Nomad. Though now, she was stuck trying to find a room for the night, and not knowing the city as well as she'd like, she found herself moving about, trying to find an open room to stay at.