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The doors to the council chambers slammed shut on another long day of politicking.

" - and send that word to the colonies immediately." A messenger moved swiftly on his way, as the Fire Nation's generals followed their Fire Lord from his council chambers.

One attempted to take the council beyond its chambers. "My lord, I still wonder if you understand -"

"General Hso." The Fire Lord did his best to favor his general with an understated and not at all bored out of his mind smile. "My respect for your knowledge of Earth Desert trade routes surpasses all others, but I think I've absorbed all I can on the subject for today. Until we reconvene."

He bowed, and the general reluctantly bowed in return. Zuko was playing the dance, soothing the egos, managing not to yawn through the council meetings - which, in times of peace, were so dull that attending them felt like running headlong into a battle. He'd thought, once, in his callow youth - all five years ago - that in peacetime, the council wouldn't have much to talk about. Hso was not even the most talkative one to prove him wrong.

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