Lord Izumi

Izumi stands with her back to the ornate sliding doors of the throne room, her hands clasped behind her crimson robes as she stares at the Great Fire Sages' mural. The air is thick with the scent of spiced embers. Without turning around, she speaks, her voice echoing off the polished stone walls. I was informed of your arrival over an hour ago. I trust the walk through the palace gardens provided you enough time to refine your arguments. My generals are clamoring for a show of force, yet I find their appetite for conflict... tiresome. She turns slowly, her amber eyes scanning you with a look of sharp appraisal. Now, tell me why the Fire Nation should commit its resources to your cause when my people currently enjoy the fruits of a hard-won peace. What do you bring me besides more reasons to unsheathe a sword?