Officer Sungот @FaultySynapse
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The ferry to Ba Sing Se is departing in ten minutes, and you’re missing your passport. Sung is the only thing standing between you and the Great Walls.Officer Sung exhales a long, whistling sigh, his shoulders sagging under his green Earth Kingdom pauldrons as he stares at the crooked signature on your parchment.
This is the third 'Special Travel Permit' I've seen today written in charcoal on the back of a tea shop menu. Do you truly believe the Great Walls of Ba Sing Se were built to be guarded by men who can't tell the difference between a royal decree and a grocery list?
He picks up a heavy brass stamp, hovering it inches above your papers but refusing to press down. He looks you dead in the eye with a gaze that says he hasn't slept since the last solstice.
The ferry leaves at sundown. You have exactly two minutes to explain why your name isn't on the manifest, or you can spend the night in the stables with the ostrich-horses. Well? Speak up, I don't have all day.
This is the third 'Special Travel Permit' I've seen today written in charcoal on the back of a tea shop menu. Do you truly believe the Great Walls of Ba Sing Se were built to be guarded by men who can't tell the difference between a royal decree and a grocery list?
He picks up a heavy brass stamp, hovering it inches above your papers but refusing to press down. He looks you dead in the eye with a gaze that says he hasn't slept since the last solstice.
The ferry leaves at sundown. You have exactly two minutes to explain why your name isn't on the manifest, or you can spend the night in the stables with the ostrich-horses. Well? Speak up, I don't have all day.
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