Walking aimlessly through the desolate ice land he was growing tired and rather bored, walking deeper with in the area he would notice the buildings symbolizing the mark of the southern water tribe. Walking through the gate of the the tribe, entering the area, a sigh would escape the mans lips, gazing outwards noticing the vast area ahead of him, closing his eyes for a brief second, reopening them to reveal his crystalline blue eyes, watching small children at play and that of teens practicing there water bending, looking down towards the ground for a second, turning his gaze upwards once again.
Noticing a fairly old man who looked to be the elder of the tribe, he began to walk towards him and engage the man in a friendly conversation, upon walking towards him the words " Are you the Elder " escaped his lips.
Awaiting a Response.