When Wan had left the jungle-like spirit wilds he had expected to come out on the edge of vast plain that would lead him to the next Lion Turtle. The sight that greeted him instead was of a massive, alien city wrapped in thick, curling vines that connected it to the lingering wilds. Nothing in the city besides the roof lines and writing was at all familiar. Even the clothes the hundreds, probably thousands, of humans within it wore were of a design he'd never seen before. Everything had a hint of familiarity in the cut and style, but it was only a passing thing that just made him feel more unsettled and out of place.

There were so many people and he couldn't tell who was in charge just by looking around. More disturbing - or perhaps less? he wasn't sure yet - was that the city wasn't on the back of a Lion Turtle. It was far too vast, as large as the shells of at least three Lion Turtles sitting side by side, if not more so. His first few hours of wandering were cut off by the sight of a large statue far from the city, settled in the bay. For some reason he found it familiar to him despite having never laid eyes on it before. Just another thing to feel slightly disturbed by with how surreal everything was.

So it was that he'd made his way across the water (no one had given him second look as he called on the power of water) to the island and joined the small crowd of other tourists spending a day in the museum. He blended in surprisingly well despite his odd clothes. There were plenty of 'bumpkins' in from the country spending a well-earned vacation in Republic City. His clothes were only a little more threadbare and dirty than a few of the groups around him.

Of course, he was the only one staring intently at the "History of the Avatar" display like he'd never heard of bending or the Avatar in his life.