Ursa is not used to all these ... grains.
Her wooden spoon stirs the thick and pasty zhou with a slight frown. No amount of cinnamon or nutmeg could save the monstrosity of... whatever it was. The meat was a little better. Just a little.
She smells the heavy liquor before he even sits down next to her hip. Oh, spirits. It's not even sunset, and I'm about to get into a fight. No matter how heavy her robes are or how she wears her hair, she attracts people. The man is younger than she, his beard sloppy and green eyes murky. There's a half chance he could have been more, but he's taken the easier route of drunken revelry.
His breath reeks as he opens his mouth to speak, "Haven't seen you in the village before."
"You're perceptive." She remarks warily, eating a spoonful of the bland boiled grains. Ugh, the food along the equator was so much better.
He grins, "Been told that before. Odd for a woman to be traveling on her own…"
"I'm married." Ursa replies curtly before trying to have another mouth full of her food, "Happily." Well, it wasn't quite a lie.
The stranger catches her wrist and Ursa takes a quick look at the barkeep. The bastard decides one of his tables is suddenly very dirty.
She gently tries to pull from the stranger's grip. It only gets tighter and the stranger continues to smile, "Where is he stayin', Pretty Lady? Outhouse? Wilderness? This town don't have an inn."
Ursa looks at him calmly, "I thought you'd have respect for the bonds of matrimony."
"Oh, if I knew you weren't fibbin' about a big strong man protectin' you," He tries to wrap his arm about her, "I'd be more respectful of it-"
He yelps when she stomps on his bare feet with her boot heel. The yelp turns into a scream as she grinds her heel down before grabbing the back of his head and slamming his forehead down hard on the table. Damn me if a 'bender can bend when he's in that much pain.
Ursa lets him slump to the floor and lets his blood stain on the table as she leaves behind gold coins.
She is getting sick of this routine.
an - I have never been fond of Ursa a delicate flower suffering in Exile. Woman done kill herself a Fire Lord, Earth Barbarians are easy.