Iroh strode through the streets in his new (and very necessary) snow boots. He layered the clothes under his robes until his round gut protruded even more so than usual. He usually made rounds to speak to anyone who needed help in their first time around the city of Paixao. They needed directions to the nearest coffee shop so they could sober their sense of awareness or clothes to stave off the blistering cold and the cruel snowfall (which had fortunately stopped recently). This young man, almost stern in his demeanor after ending a friendly conversation with a normal citizen, was clearly different.

Iroh trudged his short legs through the thick snow and ice and made his way across the roadway and the sidewalk to come to Austria's side. "You will have to excuse me. I would have come sooner but this weather makes my joints ache in ways I've never felt before. Can I help you, my boy?"