Iroh, though used to fire, was relieved to be passing through the golden flames of the Muspelheim gate. He became aware of where he was, though he wasn't sure exactly why or how he got there. Still, he couldn't help but be totally entranced by the beauty of the domes and the buildings within the city. The creatures cast in statue reminded him of encounters back home in the Fire Nation when he explored the wilderness with his nephew.

He also took note of the locals. While their uniform appearance troubled him, he was reminded of how he looked like every other old man and sympathized with them. Besides, they had been fairly friendly to him, despite giving minimal information on Paixao.

He stopped walking at once and took a deep breath outside of a buildling labelled "Cafe Ersesat." His face turned to disgust. "Ech, coffee. Who thought making a drink from beans was a good idea?" he asked of no one in particular.

It wasn't until he finished his pondering that he noticed an extremely tall figure next to him.