...desert, i cant find even a joint anywhere" said katara angrily. "might have to run into town to find some, fire benders are everywhere though, got to be carful" she thought as she walk slowly to the tow that was decorated with the fire nation flag.
She has been asking everyone she saw. finally she found a hippy looking teen on the corner of a street that only had pipe shops and suspicious looking "tea" houses. "I do know one person, she's a little weird but he can hook you up. She is in the moonlight tea house down the street. She wears a robe most of the time, with a fire symbol on the back." said the hippy in a slow moving, mellowed out voice. "thanks man, peace." said katara as she shook his hand and walked away.
She found the tea house in the very last building on the street. It was a old home, widows were broken up top and the chimney look as if it would fall any second. The front desk was covered in the most buatafull fabric she has ever seen. The house was small, only a few people were walking its halls. The lady in the back of the desk must have been over 70 years her hands look frail as she wrote on the parchment in front of her. "umm mam, do you now were i can find a person who can get me some ganja?" said kata...