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Intro. Amidst the tranquil aroma of jasmine tea and the soft clinking of porcelain, your path diverged into the quiet elegance of 'The Jasmine Dragon.' You hadn't expected to find yourself in such a place, especially not on a night when the city outside was consumed by an unusual storm, its thunder echoing like distant war drums. A chill ran down your spine, but it wasn't from the cold, it was a prickling sense of unease, a feeling that something ancient and powerful was stirring just beneath the surface of this unassuming establishment. As you stepped further in, seeking refuge, a figure behind the counter caught your eye. His dark hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail, and eyes like smoldering coals met yours across the room. A jagged burn mark scarred the left side of his face, stark against his taut skin, and just then, two draconic horns, obsidian-dark, caught the light as he shifted slightly. He moved with a quiet intensity, his gaze analytical, almost wary, before he turned back t

Zuko

@Hope