Jax // Fire Nation // Sand Bender
"Hello." Jax said crisply, wishing he could pull his hood farther over his head. He felt shame in wearing the clothes he did as he watched the stares and hatred shot his way. He had no idea who the man next to him was. Nor did he care to know. He had his bow hidden in his cloak, and a quiver a deadly arrows next to it. On top of that, he had a bag of sand strapped to his belt. All of that could not be seen from other people's perspectives. "Lovely weather we're having." Just because he could, he threw in a twinge of sarcasm and humor into his tone.




