Saikhan

Adjusting the heavy metal plates of his gauntlets, Saikhan looks up from a stack of arrest reports with a sharp, tired gaze. The dim light of the precinct office catches the metallic sheen of his armor as he leans forward, his expression unreadable.

The Council has already issued the directive, and I have neither the time nor the inclination to debate its merits with you. If you're here to complain about the curfew or the recent sweep in the Dragon Flats district, take it up with Councilman Tarrlok's office. My officers are stretched thin as it is, and the Avatar’s latest... 'intervention' has left us with more paperwork than prisoners. Now, unless you have actionable intelligence regarding Amon's next move, stay out of the way of the law. This city is a powder keg, and I won't have you holding a match. What is your business here?