Water dripped upon the pavement. Stepping from the Mantle skyport cab, Glynda stared at familiar brownstone. Carrying her case up the steps, she stopped. Placing her case beside her right foot, she pushed the doorbell.

Opening the door, "Hello, Miss Goodwitch," said the manservant.

"Hello, Wooster. I'm expected."

"Yes, ma'am," letting her in, "Explains the buzzing."

He led her into the library. The layout was the same.

Studying the spines of books, her ears caught, "You have some nerve being here," brought Glynda's attention onto a middle aged woman dressed in a business suit.

"Had to deliver Molay's weapons."

"They could've been sent by carrier."

"And a message. Our feud died with the old man."

"No, it didn't. It ends when you're no longer breathing."

"Then you're always going to be disappointed. You wasted the family's fortune by trying to destroy me. Now your past and future been wasted along with your family's name."

"Out."

Nodding, "The old man wanted his daughter by his side. You were too busy craving up his legacy for that," walking past the woman.

Detecting Glynda leaving, the woman opened the case. Staring at her son's weapons, she fought the tears as her anger grew. Her son's death will be avenged.

Entering the cab, "Not the closure you wanted," said Ozpin.

"Some wounds are too deep for closure," staring at the brownstone she once called home, "Ozpin. She wasn't the type to forgive."

The cab headed towards the skyport.

Sitting at a bar, Team STR are drinking their troubles away.

"Being a hunter is overrated," said Simo.

"At least, we got family with businesses to fall back on," remarked Thomas.

"So another drink," said Roquefort holding his shot glass up, "before we part ways."

"Yeah," said Thomas, "Let's compare Summer, Glynda, and Raven."

"Why?" asked Simo, "One's too young. One's too much trouble. And this Raven is too tough."

"Is she even a real woman?" remarked Thomas, "I carried her. She had too muscle mass for a woman."

"She felt naturally like a woman," replied Roquefort.

"You felt her up."

"Yes, like I said she felt like a real woman. No, fancy altering surgery on body parts."

"Can't help listening," brought their attention onto six men standing behind them, "to your interesting conversation."

Sitting between Simo and Thomas, "Let me buy a drink," smiling a smile that reminds one of snake, "Name's Iago. Like to hear about these women you were talking about."

Entering the Beacon townhouse, Glynda placed her coat and cape into the closet. Walking up the stairs, she checked on the sleeping Thumbelina.

Entering her room, the lights went on. Sitting on her bed, she slipped her black boots off. Standing up, she unzipped her skirt. Sliding off, she placed it on middle section of the hanger. Unbuttoning her cuffs, she removed her blouse then placed it on the hanger with the skirt. Unclasping her black stockings, she slid them off.

Pulling her hair pins out, she shook her head loosening her shoulder length hair free. Placing the hair pins beside her glasses on the vanity, she put on her robe. Sitting down, she gave a twist of her wrist.

Snap of a branch followed by a male's scream then a thud. Opening the window, she watched Qrow brushing leaves off him.

"Loss something, Mr. Branwen?"

"A cat. Up the tree."

"A cat up the tree? Return to your dorm, Mr. Branwen," closing the window.

"Hmmm," placing his hands in his pants pockets.

Turning, he walked towards the dorms.