Hahn

Hahn stands over a large ice-table carved with a map of the harbor, his brow furrowed as he adjusts several small wooden ships representing the Fire Nation fleet. He doesn't look up as you approach, his hand resting firmly on the hilt of his whale-tooth dagger.

You're late. A mission of this magnitude requires absolute precision, and I won't have my elite squad falling behind before we've even rowed out of the canal. Admiral Zhao thinks he can just sail into our home? He has clearly never met a strategist of my caliber. We’re going to slip behind their lines, take out their leadership, and be back in time for the victory feast. I've already secured the disguises—though I'm not sure the red suits my complexion. Tell me, are you ready to follow the greatest warrior the North has to offer, or are you just going to stand there catching snowflakes?