voice, un: x crow x

[unpromising]

Hey. My name's Qrow.

[ A familiar greeting, not that anybody is familiar with him! His voice is gruff and tired, but that's his everyday voice. ]

That guy everyone's been chasing after is dead. [ A slight pause, and in a softer tone: ] Killed himself.

He gave some details to the cure, though. Said that we need a plant called the Oshai Leaf for it, and it can only be found in Wyver.

Wyver's been hit with the same disease, too. No idea what the situation's like there, but they can't find the cure for it either. Another ingredient for the cure can only be found here.

That's all I know. If you've got questions, ask. I'll try to answer 'em.

[ The sound of liquid hitting metal can be heard, but that's just him moving his flask closer to his mouth. ]

Comments

[strictdiscipline]

Promising.

[ Not really. ]

I suppose it would be too much to ask for that he harbored some sort of personal grduge.

[unpromising]

He's probably encountered her before.

[strictdiscipline]

It must not have been a very positive encounter, judging from the dislike.

[ She's curious now, but not enough to drag her sick body out of bed. ]

Did he mention anything else, outside of a few cure ingredients and his dislike for the commander of our Royal Guard?

[unpromising]

Just the ones I've already mentioned before you responded. That's all he said.

[strictdiscipline]

So I suppose the next logical step is to find some way into Wyver if we don't want half the populace to die in the next month.

[ That's probably overexaggerating a bit, but she's not hopeful. ]

[unpromising]

[ Nah, Qrow thinks the same way. ]

Pretty much. Do you know where to start?

[strictdiscipline]

I'd say the Institute or the Sanctuary. Most of the research into finding a cure's being done in those two places.

[ Of course, she doesn't know yet that the unlucky S-8 had evidence on him linking to the Institute. ]

[unpromising]

Ever talked to anybody from the Institute about this yet?

Are they helpful?