Anton had never met Iroh before, but he knew that particular cadence and charmingly downplayed invitation. It sounded like code, because it was most likely code. A way to let people know something was occurring at that place, in the near future. Anton didn't recall a meeting planned for the possession attempt, but if this was one such occurrence he felt he couldn't afford to miss it.

So Anton entered under the pretext of supplies, hence the shopping bag over his shoulder, and glanced around. He'd known the Foreigner-run shop was here, but never entered it.