Sokka landed Appa down in a forest south of a small village town. His sister had been nagging about her problems. Didn't she know a growing boy, uh man, had to eat. She was the first off of Appa and stretched, Aang following her.

"Hey you two have to help me un..." Before he could finish the pair was already in route to the town.

"..load. Don't worry Sokka, We'll unload the stuff. You go ahead and rest." He grumbled to himself kicking the sleeping bags to the ground causing himself to loose balance and fall backwards off of Appa into a bramble bush.

"Hey Katara, look at this." Aang laughed holding up a small blue lizard by the tail. Katara shook her head and started laughing as the small blue mouth clamped down on his finger.

"Ow Get off." Aang jumped around shaking his had. A small old woman walked up and hit Aang with a small roll of parchment.

"Stops yer jumping, yer scaring him more." She grabbed the little lizard and cupped it in her hand. Katara smiled

"Are you the owner of the shop that sells pets?" The old lady looked at her with a funny face.

"Not a chance dear. This little guy here makes a great soup." Katara stepped back and looked at Aang. The two started laughing and took off down to where all the venders had shop.

"Prince Zuko?" Zuko looked at his uncle as the men lowered the landing to the port. Iroh had noticed his nephew had relaxed a little since the mention of Puo'an.

"Is there something you a planning for this village?" Zuko turned back to look at the village with his normal stern look plastered across his face.

"One of my courtesans is here. I could use the company, and I know she would appreciate the business." Iroh nodded. He would much rather his nephew take a woman as a wife or at least give one a try, rather then him renting out the time with a soiled dove at the port of the day. Iroh understood that in being a teenager hormones did get the best of him, and he knew his nephew was lonely. That or longing to be accepted, and if the 

only way he could feel that was to hire a woman to keep him company then he wouldn't stand in his way.

"Prince Zuko..." Zuko glared at his uncle.

"I don't want to hear it, Uncle." Iroh nodded and waved his nephew on.

Zuko shook his head and walked down onto the ground. The town smelled the same as he remembered. Dirty, with a hint of alcohol and desperation. Of course the memories weren't of the town itself. He took his steps with pride. A hood covered his armor and face so that a panic wouldn't start by the sight of an exiled prince.

Venders of everything had moved into the town and had really livened up the place. Jewelry of all shapes and colors, Fish large and small, and many different vegetable stands.

Zuko couldn't help but curl his nose, the market was so small compare to home. But he wasn't here for the market; his men were here to mend the boat. He rounded the corner and came upon the extravagant brothel. He took a deep breath and knocked and the door.

A woman with fiery read hair opened the door. Her ebony eyes shot open and she grabbed the prince around the collar and threw him into the house.

"I'M GOINGTO KILL YOU!"