Ozpin was worried.
The stranger that appeared from nowhere was clearly skilled, handling himself well in combat. But what had put Ozpin on edge was the lightning he summoned. When he raised his hand Ozpin felt a surge of Magic, faded from the distance, but it was there none the less. And Magic was something only he and a select few others should have had access to.
There were only so many logical explanations for this. One, the stranger was actually a woman under that armor and was either the one that attacked Amber, or possibly the Spring Maiden. Another option would be that Salem parted with some of her power, which was unlikely given her history and personality. And finally, it was someone who was somehow born with access to magic, an even more unlikely option.
Raising his head, he turned to Glynda, "I am going down there to meet the unknown, make sure the ceremony goes well."
"I'll come with you, I can't let you walk yourself into a trap."
"No, you are needed up here to handle the teams as they finish. The last two are almost here, and I will not have them wait for me."
"The have P-" Glynda was unable to finish the thought before Ozpin cut her off.
"No we are not having Peter do it, you know how well that went last time. Now go prepare the team names, I will call if anything happens. Call it a feeling, but this stranger simply seems in need of a little direction."
Turning away from the viewing area, Ozpin made his way to the Bullhead dock that was kept at the ready in case of any emergencies during initiation. Signaling a crew, he boarded the ship, wholly unprepared for the truth of the one he was going to meet.
As Vabin stared down the strange old man with golden eyes, he prepared himself to run should he need to. He was under equipped, had no way to recover, and faced an unknown threat that reminded him far too much of the Golden Order. Fortunately, the man calling himself Ozpin seemed intent on speaking rather than attacking.
"Golden eyes? I suppose I do, does that mean anything to you?"
"No, 'twas not but an observation. Think nothing of it."
Deciding to pretend it meant nothing, Vabin wanted to take this lapse in combat to catch his breath and acquire as much knowledge as possible. Even if this man was beginning to remind him of a distasteful old fool he once thought of as an ally.
"Hmm, well now that I have introduced myself, would mind telling me who you are?"
Broken from his thoughts, he tried to think on what to do in the situation he found himself in. Stuck in an unknown era with strange creatures that stank of an Outer God's power with not an ally in sight, he had to be careful with his actions. "Apologies, good sir, I am called Vabin, and might you be able to tell where I am?"
Waving off the apology, Ozpin told Vabin his situation, " It's quite alright, but you seem to have found yourself in the Emerald forest during Beacon's initiation for newest class of Huntsman."
"Huntsman?" Tilting his head in confusion, Vabin did not know what to think of the term, nothing coming to mind resembling it.
"Yes Huntsmen, the protectors of Humanity and the hunters of the Grimm, surely you have heard of us? Or do know of by a more local term?"
"Unfortunately, I have not heard of thee, nor of the Emerald forest. Perhaps a map would be more helpful."
"Ah yes, that is an excellent idea, one moment."
Vabin watched as Ozpin reached into his back pocket, pulling out a strange metal object, before extending portion of it outwards. Ozpin gestured for him to come stand besides him, so approached cautiously should it be a trap. Close enough to get a look at the object, it appeared to be a piece of glass.
"What manner of tri-" Vabin visibly recoiled when the glass glowed, jumping back in fear of an attack. When nothing happened, he merely looked back at Ozpin who appeared both amused and confused by Vabin's actions. Sighing heavily, he once again approached the old man's side, hoping to forget about what just happened.
Chuckling softly, Ozpin turned back to the object in his hands, "Have you never seen a Scroll then? You must come from somewhere truly isolated."
"One could say that, The Lands Between did not have many travelers." Peering at the 'Scroll' Vabin watched as a map was opened for him to look at. Growling in irritation, Vabin failed to recognize anything on the map. "Tis as I thought, I am more than simply lost. The map is not one I have seen before. And if that is all thou have to offer, then I shall take my leave."
Turning away, he made walk away into the forest once more, before he was stopped by Ozpin's voice. "Now hold on there. Should you leave now I will have to assume you had less than good intentions here. After all, the forest has been watched all morning and none of my staff has seen you before you were spotted near the ruins where all the huntsmen teams are formed. With that in mind, I could have you apprehended for trespassing and the attempted infiltration of my school. Or, I could offer you an accord of sorts."
Stopping in his tracks, Vabin couldn't help but be reminded of the same enemy as before. Clenching his weapon, he looked over his shoulder. Glaring heatedly at Ozpin, his draconic eyes glowing underneath the visor of his helmet.
"What manner of accord do you offer?"
"Only the most generous. You see, when I witnesses you unleash that lightning bolt, it caught my interest. Why? Because it was Magic, and no one can do magic anymore. At least not true magic, just imitations. But what you did was actual Magic, something that has long since been taken from humanity."
Growling in anger at his own lack of caution, he now found himself in a situation that he was hard pressed to escape from now. Listening as Ozpin continued, he could only hope he could escape from this situation unscathed.
"I want to know why you are here, and if you could be an ally. So my offer stands as this, you will attend my school as an auxiliary huntsman in training and tell me what I want to know. In turn, you will receive proper identification, a place to live and eat, and the chance to find what you want in life."
Vabin was practically spitting fire at this point. With every word that fell out of Ozpin's mouth, he was reminded more and more of Sir Gideon Ofnir, the All Knowing bastard himself. Gritting his teeth, he realized he was sorely lacking in options here. Either follow Ozpin and his whims, or make an enemy out of an entire organization of skilled individuals that would be out for his head.
"Very well then. Consider your offer accepted."
Ozpin was confused, one moment he was preparing to offer Vabin a place in his academy before his thoughts were consumed by what had felt like Gold. The next he was staring at a visibly pissed off knight rather angrily accepting an offer he didn't remember making, and felt like he had made a major mistake. Opening his mouth to ask what he had just said, he was interrupted by a wisp of gold between the trees beyond Vabin. Suddenly feeling as though everything was fine, he smiled.
"Well then, follow me. I am sure the school will be glad to have you."
