Iroh had felt he needed to investigate exactly why he had a note put on the door of his unfinished tea shop. He had thought it was some important notice of health or administration or safety. Instead, it was a requisition of dress code. While it was not a major issue for himself, there were others around him who voiced their concern. Noting that all the complaints were made from visitors, he began looking around and seeing how the same post had been made over and over again all across town.

During his walk, he overheard a small voice offering one of the strangest things he had ever heard. However, he was used to speaking with dragons, so his idea of strange was likely different to someone else.

"An illustrated poem, did you say?" he asked, peeking around a street sign, reading the same lawful decree as everything other shop window in sight.