"For this to work you're going to have to tell me everything you know about the person you're trying to find."
Dale held a stylus above a scroll, ready to write. Iroh and Zuko sat in front of him, the former curious and the latter half tempted to kill their most recent crew member.
"This is a waste of my time," said Zuko.
"Calm down, nephew," said Iroh.
"Don't tell me what to do uncle! It's not your honor that relies on finding the Avatar!"
"You know I had a dream last night," said Dale.
Zuko paused and raised an eyebrow.
"In it I saw the Avatar. He whispered to me the name of his destination…"
"AND? What did he say?"
"I can't remember."
Zuko kicked over a table and punched the door out his way, slamming it closed behind him.
"I apologize for my nephew. His life has not been easy, especially these past three years."
Dale nodded. "Zuko's path is a strange and difficult one."
They paused for a moment to reflect on that statement before Dale turned back to the parchment.
"Alright, we have the Avatar, the two water tribe siblings—a boy and girl—who are traveling with him and the magical offspring of a bison and a manatee. Now, I'm going to need a detailed map of your world with current names of every city in the world."
Iroh shook his head and went to make another cup of tea. He was starting to wonder if it had been a good idea to allow this man on their ship.