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Yanjiang leaned back in his chair, it was much too small for him. The White Lotus had put him into a small waiting room with three other similarly small chairs, though he was certain the others would find them adequate. Good, he had a team, even Yanjiang wasn't arrogant enough to think he could take on the avatar alone. He guessed they might have filled him in if he didn't insist on moving the moment he heard the word "Avatar."
The room was certainly unremarkable for its purpose, Yanjiang was certain at one point this was meant as a simple monks' room or perhaps it was simply a room for them to rest in, but now it was the room that would house those who would kill the Avatar. The walls were bare and red and the only furnishings was the four chairs, all of different make indicating they came from separate rooms. They didn't want to do this, Yanjiang surmised, but they had to.
A fire priest brought Yanjiang a cup of tea, smiling broadly at him, a false smile, "The other three will be here shortly." Yanjiang looked the man up and down, he was impossibly old and Yanjiang smiled at him and took the cup of tea.
"Thank you, may your health keep you going as sure as it has for the last hundred years." Yanjiang drank the tea without waiting for it to cool, he would rather it burn him than wait a single moment extra for a drink he asked for, and it did so.
"I'm eighty-seven." The priest said, no longer faking a smile for the benefit of his large companion.
Yanjiang knew the old man was offended, but refused to apologize and instead waited in the awkward silence between himself and the priest until others arrived.
The room was certainly unremarkable for its purpose, Yanjiang was certain at one point this was meant as a simple monks' room or perhaps it was simply a room for them to rest in, but now it was the room that would house those who would kill the Avatar. The walls were bare and red and the only furnishings was the four chairs, all of different make indicating they came from separate rooms. They didn't want to do this, Yanjiang surmised, but they had to.
A fire priest brought Yanjiang a cup of tea, smiling broadly at him, a false smile, "The other three will be here shortly." Yanjiang looked the man up and down, he was impossibly old and Yanjiang smiled at him and took the cup of tea.
"Thank you, may your health keep you going as sure as it has for the last hundred years." Yanjiang drank the tea without waiting for it to cool, he would rather it burn him than wait a single moment extra for a drink he asked for, and it did so.
"I'm eighty-seven." The priest said, no longer faking a smile for the benefit of his large companion.
Yanjiang knew the old man was offended, but refused to apologize and instead waited in the awkward silence between himself and the priest until others arrived.