Iroh was... concerned to say the least. But he pressed on. He had wanted to be done with war, with fighting. When he thought this the spirit world he had had some hope that he could, in fact, be done.

But he wasn't dead it seemed. And fighting wasn't done with him.

So he walked armed not with tea and snacks but a sword on his hip and light armor over his form. Harder in this to hide that his bulk these days was muscle once more. He wanted to leave general Iroh in the past and just be Iroh.

But once more his family threatened the peace. He hadn't stopped things when he had been younger. And of everyone in this place, he was the only one who could have. So it was up to him to deal with it now.

Before anyone else got hurt.

And so, in an empty village, alone, he walked. Alert and wary, listening, lookin, feeling for any sense, any proof that the village wan't empty. That he wasn't alone.