Manoeuvring through the streets of Goju, Balin needed some walking space to think. Sitting on a rooftop never solved anything before, and he wasn't in the mood to try and be an exception. Though he quickly came to a halt as the rest of the Fire Nation soldiers came through, each one looking worse for wear than the last. The fight must have been hard... though there was a sense of satisfaction as he stood with a small grin. 

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a stranger next to him. The man wasn't a local. The white hair and odd outfit was a dead giveaway. If he had to guess, the man looked like an Air Nomad... though those monks weren't exactly very adventurous as far as he remembered. [color=lightgreen]"Fire Nation soldiers coming from Meijang. Think they saw their rears without a mirror by the look of it."[/color] He snorted as a smirk crept up. [color=lightgreen]"Serves 'em right, but don't get caught saying that by 'em."[/color] He continued, looking at the man for a moment. 

[color=lightgreen]"You're not from around here, are you? Name's Balin."[/color] He introduced himself as he held a hand out for the man to shake. [color=lightgreen]"You an Air Nomad? You folk don't tend to blow this far out."[/color] He snickered at his own terrible joke as he gave the man a light tap against the shoulder. [color=lightgreen]"You need anything, friend, feel free to ask."[/color] He glanced back at the cohort of soldiers moving through towards the city's barracks. The thought of them using the same buildings he and his comrades called 'home' was sickening. A frown settled in as he looked back at the man. [color=lightgreen]"I'd suggest you don't hang around here for too long. Those steam jockeys only bring bad news for anyone they meet."[/color] He spared one last glance before turning to leave. [color=lightgreen]"I need a drink..."[/color] He grumbled to himself as he took one last bite of his apple and tossed the core into an alleyway. 

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