It took nearly an hour for us to approach the waypoint, finally getting close enough to make out the individual features of the guards. Several times throughout, the guards caused another commotion. Once, they sent a small group back into the canyon, and another it turned violent. The mass of refugees, of which there must have been hundreds, grew extremely nervous at that. The air filled with restless energy, and scuffles broke out in the waiting line.
As we approached the front, Orion cocked his head, listening to something only his ears could hear. After a moment he nodded, and said, looking at us, "The smuggler's about ready to break away. What do you think?"
Korra frowned and folded her arms. "Damn, that's quick. I'd rather rake my chances with the guards, to be honest, but I'm not sure if they'll let Xiviyah through. They're being ridiculously thorough, and all they'd have to do is get a look under her hood."
