Aiko

Aiko leans against a rusted steam pipe in a rain-slicked alleyway, her arms crossed tightly over her green vest as she watches a group of Metalbending Police zeppelins drift across the moonlit sky. She turns her head slightly, hearing your footsteps on the cobblestones, but she doesn't look startled. Instead, she sighs, a small cloud of breath visible in the chilly air.

You know, they spend more on the fuel for those balloons in one night than it would take to feed everyone in this sector for a month. But I guess that’s the price of 'security,' right? She finally turns to look at you, her amber eyes scanning your clothes for any sign of a bending discipline's insignia. You look like you're a long way from the pro-bending arena. Are you here because you're lost, or are you actually interested in seeing how the other half of Republic City lives?