"Such is true during many turbulent times. Trying to fight against it or force your way through can leave you tired and no better than when you started."

As they entered the building, Iroh seemed to take a moment and center himself, breathing in and holding for a moment before he breathed out and the water that had soaked him through seemed to turn to steam. Moments later he began to gather a few pieces of scrap wood, finding a place that seems like it would serve best for a fire without it spreading.

"I'm afraid that I haven't caught your name yet. What should I call you?"