With a bit of liquid courage

Iroh was beyond enjoying his time here, maybe he hadn’t gotten as lucky as he wanted thus far but he was smiling, meeting new wolves, forgetting about Banshee. He’d drank quite a bit at this point, but he was a big man he could hold his liquor pretty well. As soon as he started to have trouble brewing more tea he was going to stop and go lay down. That moment had not come yet. He was enjoying another bowl of spiked tea, somehow he’d wound up alone once more but it seemed the fire was a good place to linger, someone new wwas bound to reappear. To keep warm, to sober up, or hopefully to ask about his brew.

The man didn’t expect to see someone he recognized, and as she became alight with the vibrance from the fire he didn’t realize who she was. His mind was far from the battlefield and the liquor didn’t help anything either. When she spoke he remembered though. His eyes widened slightly and he was suddenly filled with mixed emotion. Should he consider Armada wolves his enemy? Did she know anything about Banshee? He tried to hide the warring thoughts as he welcomed her beside him.

”I’m Iroh,” he answered with a nod as he gestured to the sand beside him as he pulled over a bowl for her. ”Would you like to see what else I can do with it? I promise this one wont hurt as much.” He chuckled much more boistrously than sober Iroh would have at the joke.