I
[A few shriveled trees dapple a landscape of rock that feels like bone. There is not a living creature in sight, but the air crackles with danger.
It eminates from
a tree that seems more rock than living plant. There is an opening at the bottom. It looks like a mouth.
Iroh stands a few feet from the entrance.]
II
[Schooling his face into
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