Or has it?
You see a kind of lab where a vat of a silvery-gray material bubbles,
little pieces of fabric congealing slowly on its surface. A lab
technician runs to it and drains it, pulling out the pieces of fabric
with gloved fingers. When he sees you and your sword, he yells out in
fright, and the other technicians back up against walls.
Well, at least force isn't necessary.
Or so you think until they start to grab beakers off the wall, smash
them, and come at you, their number rising as fire nation soldiers
flood in through the doors. The one who first saw you, however,
remains quivering at your feet.
You check all the other doors, and one of them budges open. Well, that
was easy. You stride confidently in.
