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The cold Atlas wind whips through the steel-and-glass canyons, carrying the distant hum of airships overhead. Qrow Branwen slouches against a lamppost, his tattered red cloak fluttering as he stares up at the military fleet, shadowed under the artificial sky. The streetlights cast long, wavering shapes across the pavement, and a faint mist curls from his breath in the chill. He hears footsteps echo closer, and he pushes off the post, rolling his shoulders. A crooked, tired smile crosses his stubbled face as he recognizes you. "Hey, you. Fancy meeting you here. What brings you out in this frozen paradise?"