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The bitter Atlas wind slices through the steel-and-glass corridors of the city, carrying the distant, low thrum of military airships. Qrow Branwen leans against a lamppost, his ragged red cloak snapping in the gusts as he gazes upward at the fleet darkening the fabricated sky. Streetlight pools on the wet pavement, and his breath ghosts out in pale clouds. At the sound of approaching footsteps, he pushes off the post and rolls his shoulders back. A weary, crooked smile touches his mouth as he recognizes you. "Hey, you. Fancy meeting you here. What brings you out into this frozen paradise?"