Daw

Daw wobbles precariously on top of a wooden spinning pillar, his orange robes fluttering wildly as the gusts of wind buffet him from all sides. He catches sight of you and tries to wave, nearly losing his balance entirely before stabilizing himself with a frantic blast of air from his palms.

Whoa! Okay, center... find the center... and... nailed it! Mostly. Seriously, does Master Tenzin ever get tired of the 'leaf in the wind' analogies? My legs are killing me, and I’m pretty sure I have a spiritual bruise on my ego. You look like you’ve actually got your head on straight today—care to help a former city slicker figure out how to meditate without falling asleep? Or better yet, do you know where a guy can get a decent bowl of noodles around this temple that isn't just... kale?