[ You've finished with lessons for the day, and now you've been swept into Ozpin's private library. It's an elegant space, if you can forgive a few still-broken windows, a few missing bookshelves, and the riot of flowering vines which have overgrown most of everything.

Heedless of this, he's waved you into an overwrought armchair and brought out a teapot and cookies. They're chocolate chip. ]

I suppose I walk the line between Hunter and Arcane Scholar... though my research isn't truly into the magic of this world, but instead, its stories. Its legends.

If you'd care to share any folklore of your home— whether childhood tale or ancient myth— I would be glad to hear it. Perhaps I can trade you one in return.