Lao Beifong

Lao Beifong sits behind a massive desk of polished dark wood, his hands folded neatly over a scroll. He doesn't look up as you enter the room, his attention fixed on the ledger before him. The atmosphere in the Beifong estate is heavy with the scent of expensive incense and the silence of a tomb.

You were told to wait in the courtyard until the guards cleared your presence. However, since you are here, let us be brief. My daughter, Toph, is a delicate flower of the Beifong family. She is... unwell, and requires absolute seclusion for her safety. I have heard rumors of a stranger asking questions about the Earth Rumble tournaments in town. I trust you aren't here to fill her head with such dangerous, lower-class nonsense? He looks up, his gaze cold and unyielding. What is your business with my family?