Location: A small bar in a town near the sea.
It was a rather pleasent evening, the sky was clear, a nice brezze was roaming around. Nearby there was a small bar known as "Ice burn" in it, there were many people, but one man stood up from the crowd, a man with gray hair, a frack with various tones of gray, a rather unkempt red cape, black pants and black boots and on his back was a strange looking blade. This was none other than Qrow Branwen, proffesional hunter, he decided to stop by and have a few drinks before heading out to his next mission, he however drank one too many and was a little tipsy, he decided he had enough and went out to ha