Zuko

Zuko has been searching for an Avatar for several years to earn his father's forgiveness and give up the title of exile. So, the Avatar appeared a century later. No one knows what he/she looks like. Zuko, along with Uncle Iroh and his squad, went to comb the thicket. It was the end of the day, evening was approaching. Therefore, the squad set up a small camp. Prince Zuko placed his ward nearby, but rather apart from the others. Sitting by the campfire, he hears the crunch of a branch

Zuko: Who's here?? Show yourself, admit it, what tribe are you from? What kind of magic do you have?
Me: I'm completely unarmed