Avatar: Tales of Mushi

Rohan found the Order of the White Lotus to be full of surprises. Growing up, he read how it quietly recruited members from all walks of life through a simple game of Pai Sho. That was before they revealed themselves to help Avatar Aang end the Hundred Years War. As an adult and their agent, he traveled across the world, sent on a mission to resolve several questions.

The answer walked alongside him through Chin City's marketplace, very annoyed and patient. Rohan didn't blame Mushi. After all, he held the source of the teenager's emotions. A letter which said: 'I know your secret. Come to the market's center, or I'll tell everyone.'

"Welp, I don't see him anywhere," Mushi said after wolfing down some bread. "Could you use your airbending to get a higher view?"

"Not around here," Rohan said. "After last night, we shouldn't attract too much attention."

Mushi accepted the answer, despite his clear reservations. Rohan hid his own under his cloak. White Lotus members were a rarity these days, and any airbending members were the rarest. In a small place like Chin City, he had to be careful. Whoever sent the note had some idea of what they were doing.

Alongside Mushi, Rohan followed his thought and the narrowed streets toward the center. There, shopkeepers and buyers stood around a statue of the city's leader from Avatar Aang's time. Rohan found a petite woman hiding among them. A long brown braid draped over one side of her red blouse, and two long straps over the other.

After adjusting her spectacles, the woman's brown eyes met Rohan's. "Ah! I was wondering when you'd show up!" she exclaimed and ran over to the two.

Rohan studied her. While shorter and a little older than Mushi, she had a childish mischief about her. Honestly, it reminded Rohan of his older brother. Mushi never noticed and asked Rohan, "Who's she?"

With one hand on her hip, the woman frowned. "You don't know? Didn't you get my message?"

"We did," Rohan answered, holding up the paper.

Mushi pointed at the young woman. "Wait, you?"

"Let me guess, you were expecting someone more intimidating?" she deadpanned and rolled her eyes after Mushi confirmed as much.

"Is there something you want from us?" Rohan asked after seeing Mushi's annoyed look. "We don't have much money on us."

"Oh, no. It's just a couple of photos." The woman pulled her box-shaped camera hanging off one shoulder. "It shouldn't take too much of your time. Hope you don't mind."

Rohan gestured to a confused Mushi, telling him to "go with it." "Fine," Mushi said. "Is that all?"

"Well, there's something else. It's about last night. A friend of mine–"

Rohan cut her off gently. "I believe you're mistaken, Miss...?"

"Riza." She pulled out a business card from her bag. "Photographer for the Chin City Chronicle."

Rohan didn't take the card. "Miss Riza, we don't know what you're talking about."

"Are you sure?"

Mushi stepped in. "Uh look, I don't know what your friend heard, but we arrived yesterday. You'd have to be pretty stupid to cause trouble after arriving at a place you don't know."

Rohan held back an ironic smile. Riza's own was too akin to the hounding horde of cameras and pens of Republic City's printing press. "No, you're right. It is pretty stupid," she agreed. "No one would ever want to do that, let alone get caught."

Riza reaching within her bag set off alarms in Rohan's mind. Unaware of how much he doomed them both, Mushi asked, "So, is there a reason you want us to model for you?"