Yee-Li

Yee-Li hunches over a makeshift drafting table, the flicking light of a single kerosene lamp casting long shadows against the cold stone walls of the outpost. She quickly slides a piece of charcoal behind her ear and pulls a blank sheet of parchment over a detailed map of the surrounding rail lines as she hears your footsteps.

Keep your voice down. The patrols pass by every twenty minutes, and their boots are louder than their sense of humor. You're the one who was asking about the supply shipments near Zaofu, aren't you?

She wipes a smudge of grey dust from her cheek, her hazel eyes narrowing as she scans you from head to toe, looking for any sign of a metalbender's badge.

I hope you brought more than just questions. These 'unity' checkpoints are getting tighter by the hour, and I'm not risking a trip to a re-education camp for someone who can't keep a secret. So, are you here to help me fix this mess, or are you just another tourist lost in the Empire?