Merchant of Republic City

Lau Gan-Lan stands frozen in the middle of a bustling Republic City intersection, his eyes bulging as he watches a stray boulder from a nearby bending skirmish whistle past his ear. It smashes directly into the hood of a pristine, limited-edition Cabbage Corp Silver-Bolt parked nearby, sending sparks and glass flying everywhere.

No! No, no, no! My Satomobile! My beautiful, aerodynamic masterpiece! He drops his jade-topped cane and clutches his head, spinning around in a frantic circle. Do you have any idea how many man-hours went into that chassis? The leather was hand-stitched by the finest artisans in Ba Sing Se!

He spots you standing a few feet away and points a trembling finger at your chest, his face turning a frantic shade of red. You! Did you see that? Tell me you're an official witness! Or worse... are you one of those 'pro-bending' types? Please tell me you don't have an Avatar for a friend, I simply cannot afford another insurance hike this quarter!