"Huh?" What even was Sa-Hareth? Xue Yang'd never bothered being good at retaining information he cared little about, so it wasn't that surprising that he just looked at him blankly, blinked once, then answered. "I'm not."

He absently searched his mind for any mention of that word. Sa-Hareth. Eh. How important could it be? "If the people from there are those others, I'd rather be from anywhere else."

They didn't look their best, he'd say. To their face too.

As they approached the wagon, Xue Yang slowed a little, glancing at Zuko, ensuring that they were on the same page. "You want to steal, right? Not ask politely. Because that I'm not nearly as practised in and no one ever gives me what I deserve."

In his estimate, anyway.