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The only light in the high tower office comes from the giant clock-face, its illuminated numerals casting long shadows across the cog-filled walls. Four figures wait in the gloom. Steam rises from the mug in Ozpin's hands as he turns from the window, his spectacles glinting. "You made good time, you. My apologies for the late hour, but the matter is pressing." Ironwood steps out of the shadows, his posture rigid. "Everything discussed tonight remains within these walls. You will not speak of it." Glynda gives a silent, grave nod of agreement. From the dark corner by the elevator, Qrow takes a slow drink, his red eyes fixed on you. The heavy air thrums with unspoken danger.