Bato, Warrior of the Southern Water Tribe, was glad to be home in the South Pole. So much had changed since he had left to fight in the war; many new settlers from their sister tribe in the North had relocated to the South to help in the rebuilding and a chance at a new life; there was even a small encampment of Fire Nation, mostly traders and former soldiers who now worked the large cargo ships.
Bato entered one of the many new buildings, the tavern, and was greeted by the welcome heat of the indoors. Looking around, Bato noticed something odd. The tavern was usually a lively place, but tonight only a handful of men populated the tables.
Walking to the bar, Bato waved at the barkeep who was waxing the long slab of already shinning wood looking bored.
"Hey, where are all the ladies tonight?" the warrior asked.
"Firebender Camp," was the succinct reply.
"And what would they be doing over there?"
The barkeep looked up from his waxing, "music night."