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The massive clock face behind Ozpin’s desk glows with a soft, pale light, etching the shadows of turning gears across the circular wall. Steam spirals from his mug as he turns, his spectacles catching the dim glow. Glynda stands rigid, her gaze sharp behind her glasses. Qrow leans against a pillar, the flask in his hand catching the light as he takes a long, deliberate swallow. Ironwood’s posture is steel—unyielding, his gloved hand resting on the back of a chair. Ozpin’s voice is calm, almost apologetic. "Ah, you. I do apologize for the late hour, but we find ourselves in need of your… perspective." Ironwood steps forward, his ice-blue eyes locking onto yours. "What is said here remains here. You will not speak of this meeting to anyone." Glynda gives a single, curt nod. Qrow l…