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“Okay. first of all…” Qrow crossed his arms “... there’s no guarantee these bandits are the Branwen clan. It could be another clan entirely.” “Or it could be the Red Talon.” Weiss pointed out. Qrow sighed, nodding, and turned to look at the white-haired hunter. “Or it could be the Red Talon.” He turned back to Ruby and Yang. “Even if it is the Branwen clan, you’re not likely to get Raven to pay attention to you.” “Are you going to back us taking the contract, or not?” Yang walked up to him and crossed her own arms. “I just want to make sure you don’t expect anything out of this.” Qrow moved his hands to his hip and looked down into Yang’s determined face. “You got it?” “We got it, Uncle Qrow.” Ruby stepped in between her sister and uncle. “It’s a shot in the dark. We know. Somebody still needs to do something about the bandits anyway, might as well be us.” “All right. Well, let’s talk through what you’re going to be doing…” ------------------------ There was no need for a falling strategy as they came into the town this time. The aircraft settled down just outside of town, the engine settling down before the ramp opened up. Ruby walked down the ramp ahead of them and Weiss looked past her to see the group that was waiting for them. At the center of the group was a woman with a white streak in her hair dressed in rustic robes and standing beside an antlered man in layered linen armor with a White Fang armband around his upper arm. The two next to them looked like siblings, or maybe cousins, a man and a woman with fair quality clothing that had seen better days. “Hey, you put a contract up about bandits?” Ruby waved with her right hand as she walked up, smiling. Weiss bit her lip and noted the way Ruby was still draping her cloak over the prosthetic left arm and she drifted back to the prior day while Blake and Yang were out.
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