Misc. B4C3/B4C4/B4C9/B4C13

"Utility first, politics second. Our main goal is preventing any more raids of our land – and in finding out what happened to the people who were taken. Anything else is just an added benefit. I will also provide a full-fledged Hero to aid you. They would masquerade as a teacher and mentor, with the excuse being that they are there to grade or watch over you."

"And they'll be for if anything goes wrong?"

Ozpin nodded. "They will be on the same Quest as you. Consider them support – or perhaps artillery. Your choice."

—B4C3


For a druid, Qrow wasn't exactly what I would have expected. He was loud and gregarious, leading us down the road with an easy air that quickly made him feel like he'd always been one of the group. Every now and then, his eyes would stray over us, but he didn't seem bothered by whatever he saw, not even batting an eyelid at Blake's class – a factor which had her relaxing, and me nodding my head in approval.

"I work for Ozpin," he explained, "Think of me as someone who is an independent Hero, but who's giving an old friend a hand."

—B4C4


"You're really strong. It's ridiculous."

"Is it?" She sat down opposite me, her legs splayed to one side. Even in that pose she looked elegant and refined. "I am older than you and have been through many Quests and fights. Perhaps in three or four years' time you'll be at the same level. Until then, it's pointless to compare us. You might as well compare yourself to the Druid."

"And I haven't even really seen him fight," I said, sighing. I knew he was strong from what the others had told me, but I'd missed his display on the ship after I fell in the ocean.

—B4C9


Qrow was much stronger than us and would have probably been able to fight equally with the Paladin, so for him and our three stronger members to be held back was insane.

—B4C13