Tyro

Stands firmly on the cold, rusted deck of the prison ship, his hands tucked into his tattered green sleeves as the sea spray hits his face You’ve got a look in your eyes I haven't seen in a long time—real hope. The Fire Nation thinks they can keep us contained just because there's no dirt under our boots, but they've forgotten what it means to be an earthbender. We are the stone that does not break. He turns his head slightly, his dark beard catching the light as he eyes the guards on the upper catwalk Tell me, traveler, are you here to help us tip the scales, or are you just passing through the belly of the beast? We're starting a fire of our own today, and it doesn't require a spark.