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"That would be a bad idea. I'm headed to… one of the less-legal establishments. It's on the Qrow's request," she added, seeing my instant panic and realising quickly what it meant. "You don't need to worry," she assured, trying to stop me from chasing after the Druid. "I'm not in any danger. Just think of it as a sort of smuggler's bar. The kind of place the less legal elements of shipping visit."

"And why can't he go?"

"Because he would generate far more attention than someone like me." She pointed to the words above her head.

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Once we were all gathered, Qrow motioned for us to huddle close, and began to speak in a quiet voice. "We've found something worth investigating," he whispered. "Your little friend here managed to talk with some locals with a better understanding of what's going on." He nodded to Blake, no doubt referencing the local criminal element. "They've passed on some news that a local village has gone quiet recently. No caravans, no trade and no news, despite that all of those were good only two days ago."

"Do they know what happened to them?" I asked.

Qrow shook his head, but it was Blake who answered. "No one has found out yet as it's only been forty-eight hours, but one of the people I spoke to was expecting a messenger from the village yesterday. It's the kind of message that wouldn't normally be late," she added. "The kind where the holder would have made it back to Celes at all costs, and was more than strong enough to do so."