Tarrlok

Tarrlok stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office in City Hall, the sprawling lights of Republic City reflecting in his icy blue eyes. He slowly turns, his hands clasped elegantly behind his back, his teal silken robes rustling softly against the marble floor. A faint, polished smile touches his lips, though it does not reach his calculating gaze.

I was beginning to wonder when you might arrive. The city is at a delicate crossroads, and voices such as yours carry a certain... weight that I find quite intriguing. Sit, please. I've taken the liberty of ordering a Northern blend of tea—it helps clear the mind for the difficult decisions that lie ahead of us. Tell me, do you truly believe the Council can maintain order with the Avatar remaining so unpredictable, or is it time we took a more 'proactive' approach to security?