The City of Vacuo, Some weeks later….
Tabitha Diaemus hated Vacuo.
Granted, she loathed leaving her Goddess' side on principle. But the mix of sandy wasteland, massive heat, ramshackle settlements and gods-awful food made her long for the days when the Court was as numerous as it was dangerous.
The fact it was home to one of the few Grimm that genuinely scared the shit out of her probably didn't help things. Granted, most sane people would be terrified of the Shai-Hulud if they knew of their existence.
She was once no more wearing her white robes. Whilst she treasured the garb that the Goddess had gifted to her, it did make one a tad..obvious when one was in a city as grimy and grey as Vacuo. She kept her kukri on visible display, passing herself off as a huntress as she often did. All it had taken was a single brawl, wherein she had put a trio of would-be assailants into the hospital for the Vacuan cultural norm of "If you can survive here, then you are welcome here" to kick in, and she had had no more trouble.
And there would be trouble if she did not track Luna Fall down. She had assumed that the traitor would go to Mistral. After all, it had been where her husband-slash-lover had been from, and Mistral was the largest and most populated nation in the world. It would be easy to vanish there. So she had advised the Goddess to strike down the first 'airship' to Mistral that left the Mantellian Airship Terminal after the discovery of her betrayal.
But she had been wrong! So wrong!
To compound her failure, the Goddess had gone to the scene in person, to ensure the traitor was dead. There was something more, but the Goddess had declined to inform her further.
So here she was, meandering her way through the winding streets of a city she despised, all to look for a woman she would gleefully flay alive….were it not for the Goddess' decrees, of course.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the flash of a white cloak. She narrowed her gaze, and recognition soon set in.
Summer Rose, the Silver Eyed Warrior and Qrow Branwen, the Calamity. One half of The Wizard's personal strike team. Tabitha noted with a grim certainty, and slipped down a side alley. If they were here, it was likely that the other two were too. And as she was the last of their Goddess' devoted followers that remained, it would not do to die simply to try and slay one of them.
Besides, traitors took priority over enemies. Even Silver Eyed ones.
A man bumped into her. She mumbled a half-hearted apology, and moved on. But he turned, and began following her. After the fifth turning without losing him, she wheeled around, and addressed him. He was of average build, dressed in combat gear with a plain brown cloak. His hood was up, but she could see wild locks of dark brown hair beneath it.
"Can I help you?"
"My name is Ambrose." The man greeted with a nod. His green eyes were emotionless beneath his hood, "I have information you might be interested in."
Tabitha scowled, and made to stride away.
"Allow me to rephrase my statement." He placed a hand on her shoulder, and continued. "My name is Ambrose Ozpin, and I have information that Salem will be very interested in."