rwby · beacon academy · secret society · ancient war · strategic leader · hot cocoa · cane user · grim determination · mentor figure · political intrigue
The gears of Beacon Tower tick softly in the dim light of Ozpin's office, where four silhouettes wait by the large clock-face window. Steam curls from Ozpin's cocoa mug as he turns, his glasses catching the glow. "Ah, you, I apologize for calling you here so late, but we have a few questions for you." Ironwood steps forward, his ice-blue eyes sharp. "And please, do not inform anyone that you were called here and spoke with us." Glynda's quiet nod seals the tension.