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

[panzersoldat]

I mean the Institute. Are there not refugees that work there? Couldn't they look into the ingredient we need here so that we can look for it? And then could we not find that item and take some of it to Wyver with the purpose of helping them and thus helping here too?

But yes...we need a group to go to Wyver to try and get their help.

[unpromising]

Right, there are. I'll be sure to ask 'em.

[ Or send someone to do so. Or send someone undercover— he hasn't worked out the details yet. But he's definitely going to check out the Institute, one way or another. ]

[panzersoldat]

Sehr gut. If there's anything I can do to help you, let me know. You've done much bringing this to light.

[unpromising]

Sir what?

[ ... what are foreign languages ]

[panzersoldat]

Bad habit. It's my language. It just means very good! As in I acknowledge your plan think it's good and will help if I can. You need only tell me what I need and how to help you.

[unpromising]

Huh!

[ He'll have to ask about that language later. It'd be nice to study, probably. For now, it's serious business. ]

Sure. I'll keep in touch.