Qrow, Ten Times Winner of the Alcoholics Competition and Banned from All Casinos for the Wrong Reason, was in his bird form. His crow form. Gods he resented Ozpin for allowing him to turn into a crow.

It's cool and all, very useful too, but like… couldn't he had turned him into any other bird? Something that's not a crow? To be honest, he probably can't take another 'Qrow Crow' joke from Tai anymore. Big ups to Ozpin though, old man gave him some magic powers!

If only he suppressed his Semblance, this whole bad luck thing is really messing with his ability to do… anything really. His current mission now is to follow some terrorist Ozpin just recruited to his side, weird guy, wears shades indoors and outdoors at the same time.

Qrow was perched atop a tree branch as he watched the terrorist walk around blindly while smelling the trees, really weird guy; he acted as if he never saw trees or grass before!

The dude also wore a red beret and a dirty-ass duster that looked like it was dragged through Vacuo, sandblasted, and then dragged through Vacuo again. Qrow's willing to bet that that damn duster's more sand than duster at that point, and he's not a betting man to begin with!

The guy barely did anything other than enter a hideout, play card games with the White Fang members, collect his winnings, and then leave! Something did stand out to Qrow though; the guys seemed to be unaffected by Qrow's passive Semblance at all!

Now, y'see, Qrow's a bit of a joker, he did some goofs here and there, using his Semblance to have fun and whatnot but they're usually all in good fun! Nobody really got hurt while he's there… only their wallets got hurt. Qrow would usually enter a casino or anywhere where gambling would take place and just stand there and watch as people lose hundreds upon hundreds of Lien in a single, brief moment.

That's exactly what he did to the terrorist; Qrow would follow the guy into the hideout and watch him play card games with the other White Fang members, quietly snickering to himself as he watch the other White Fang members lose over and over again… but not him though.

For some strange reason, the guy just kept winning! Every unlucky thing that happened to the other White Fang members, he reaps the reward of that thing happening! It puzzles Qrow to no end watching as the guy enter the hideout with virtually no Lien in his pockets only to walk out with enough money to buy a factory-new bullhead and enough fuel to fly to Atlas and back five times over!

Don't ask how Qrow knew that, he definitely did not thought about going on a bullhead joyride when he was still in team STRQ, no sir, not at all. Mentioning team STRQ made Qrow sad, with Raven, the bitch, running off to her own tribe and Summer gone…

It's probably best that he drop this line of thinking instantly.

Qrow received a message from Ozpin that the guy's name was John Courrier, stupid name; Qrow's not going to use it. Ozpin also told Qrow to shadow the guy, make sure he doesn't run away or nothing, if he did then Qrow's supposed to swoop in and take him out, non-lethal of course, killing people when he has a choice not to was never Qrow's thing.

For a White Fang member, the guy really didn't look like a Faunus; he just looked like some jackass in a bodysuit to Qrow, but apparently he is a Faunus, just not an obvious one. Qrow mentally slapped himself, he had to be a Faunus otherwise how could he be in the White Fang?

Qrow listened in to basically all of his conversations, and every time the guy had to show proof that he's not a Faunus he just opened his mouth and pointed to his 'fangs', calling them fangs would be an overstatement, they look too short and pathetic to be real fangs.

Then again, some Faunus did get the short end of the stick in their genetics, with their animal features being mistaken for just common birth defects or even wounds, you'd think that'd make them integrate into human society more but nope! Apparently racists can smell the Faunus off of them. Weirdos.

Qrow watched as the guy marked off his fifth and final White Fang hideout, tapping the tracker inside his duster to send his coordinates, and, by proxy, the hideout's coordinates to Ozpin and the police. It was pretty funny watching the guy work his magic on the White Fang, convincing them with increasingly far-fetched excuses as to why he was going from hideout to hideout checking on things.

Reasons ranging from 'I'm lost' to 'White Fang Health Inspection' were among the most common, sometimes he'd encounter the stubborn ones, who needed him to go through a trivia quiz that only a White Fang member would know the answers to, like 'what is our leader's name' to 'what colour was Adam Taurus' eyes'.

Qrow was pretty sure that last one was a trick question, seeing as how the bull boy never took off his mask.

At one point, the guy got so bored of his task that he began talking to inanimate objects, saying things about some desert called 'the Mojave' and how he was 'betrayed by that fuck Benny', he even started talking to Qrow unintentionally, staring at a flock of crows and venting his frustrations out to them without knowing that Qrow was a part of said flock.

'Flock' of crows? That didn't sound right… ah, right, 'murder' of crows, thanks Sprout, so uptight. He went Birdwatching with her once; the amount of information he neither cared nor wants to know about was abundance whenever she opened her mouth. He shuddered now even when thinking about it, he thought it'd be a fun hangout between friends but no…

It was like he was dragged back into Beacon again… the lectures… the horrors…

He was also pretty damn sure that the guy was some kind of junkie, taking weird pills in between conversations whilst guzzling down more alcohol than Qrow ever saw in his life. He watched as the dude slaughtered Grimm big and small and then collecting the dust that came out of their disintegrating bodies.

Qrow nearly changed back to his human form and puked when he saw the guy snort the Grimm dust, what psycho maniac would do that?

Where the hell did the White Fang find this guy? Why the hell did Ozpin hire him for this job? Why the fuck did Ozpin decide that Qrow would be the right person to shadow this fucking psychopath?

Qrow started to fear for his life, what if the guy tried to kill and eat him in his bird form? Spit-roasted over an open fire and seasoned like a damn poultry animal! You never know with these drug addicts, you never know…

They are spontaneous, unpredictable, unstable, and always weirdly strong for some reason. Qrow sighed in relief as he watched the guy finish his mission, mentally thanking the Twin Brothers as he realized that means he won't have to follow this deranged lunatic for much longer, he only has a few more minutes to go…

He will finally get to stop following this crazy fuck when he gets on that bullhead, only a matter of time… only a matter of time… Qrow watched as the guy wander around aimlessly, stumbling upon caves with raw Dust in them, tripping over rivers, drinking river water… the usual.

Qrow then watched as the man ground up the Dust and snort it.

Well he didn't snort it over his arm or the floor or anything like that, no; he poured the crushed up Dust into some kind of specialized inhaler and breathed that shit in!

Qrow was sure that was fire dust that he just snorted, by all accounts, the guy should've combusted in flames or instantly exploded the moment that Dust got inside him but apparently no! He seemed fine! Even commented on it, saying how it was 'too spicy but has a good kick'.

For Ice Dust it was 'minty fresh but made my nose numb', for Water Dust it was 'smooth but bland', for Wind Dust it was 'airy and light but didn't feel like anything when snorted', for Electricity Dust it was 'tingly and made him feel more energized'.

The guy should be dead four times over by now, he should've exploded into flames, drowned, electrocuted to a crisp or something. But no, apparently sniffing raw, crushed up Dust only made him more motivated. It must be his Semblance somehow, Semblances are known to be stupid from time to time, case in point, Qrow's very own Bad Luck passive Semblance, which he still didn't know how it worked.

Qrow turned back to his human form and hid somewhere nearby, he pulled out his Scroll and began reporting back to Ozpin, telling the old man in great detail every fucked up thing he witnessed the guy did during his five-hour long stint in the forest looking for White Fang hideouts.

"Keep following him; make sure he doesn't run away before a bullhead gets to his location," Ozpin said, "And Qrow, there's nothing to worry about, Mr. Courrier seemed like a very understanding man once you've spoken with him."

Now Qrow trusted Ozpin with his life, but such a suggestion almost made Qrow's loyalty in the old man waver. Still, he got Qrow out of a bad situation a long time ago when he was a kid, and even more so during his time as a student at Beacon, so Ozpin must be right about this.

Deciding to confirm his hypothesis, Qrow walked towards the guy in his human form, his black hair slicked back and his stubble freshly trimmed, as he approached the deranged drug addict.

"Hey there," Qrow greeted the guy, who turned to him with his bloodshot eyes, "Ozpin told me to follow you, make sure you don't run away and stuff, nice to meet you, I'm Qrow."

"Crow?"

"Qrow."

"Crow."

"Qrow!"

"Ah, you mean with a 'Q'! I get it! Yeah, nice to meet you too Qrow," he turned back to what he was doing before, grinding up Dust and storing them in separate glass contained, for future usage no doubt, "Do you want a Mentat?"

"A what?" the fuck's a 'Mentat'?

"One of these," he reached into his duster and pulled out a colourful box with the words 'Mentats' printed on the front, the guy opened the box to reveal rows upon rows of the same weird pills that dude popped before talking to anybody in the hideouts, "They're really smarty, wanna have a taste?"

"Uh… No thanks."

"Alright, your loss," he closed the box and stashed it back into his duster before taking out a bottle of whiskey, "Want a drink?"

Yes! A million times yes! He needed a damn drink right now!

"How'd you know…?"

"I knew someone like you; she always had this look on her face," the guy placed the bottle on the ground besides him, patting the space next to him where Qrow's supposed to sit, "She's been through a lot and used alcohol as a cope, looking at you… I can tell that you're probably the same."

Qrow grimaced and then sighed, he sat down next to the guy and grabbed the bottle of whiskey, taking a sip, whatever this guy had was strong, the alcohol burned a bit on the way down, "How'd you know?"

"Call it being observant," the guy leaned back, supporting himself with his arms splayed behind him, "When you go out and wander and meet a whole bunch of different people… you can tell who strangers are more easily."

"And here you are, sharing a drink with said stranger," Qrow chuckled, placing the bottle back on the ground, "For all you know, I could be some kind of assassin here to take your head instead of working for Ozpin."

"You could be, but I have experience with assassins."

"No kidding?"

"Nope, I was declared a terrorist once, got that solved out and now I'm a terrorist again! Funny how things work out eh?"

"You were declared a terrorist before?" he raised an eyebrow, who was this guy? "Damn man, where're you from?"

Qrow watched as the guy began sweating bullets, "I'm… uh… from a desert place… y'know, with the sand and… stuff..."

"Vacuo?"

"Yes! Right, Vacuo! That place!" the guy wiped the sweat off his brow, "I've been there for so long that I forgot what trees looked like… or grass… never seen them so green."

"Yeah, I feel you, that place was always just sand, sand, and more sand."

"Right?! Fuck man, it's like there's no colour but yellow and orange there, sometimes blue if you stayed up late at night," the guy sighed, "I'm sick of the desert, wandered here accidentally and now… I don't wanna leave."

"Then don't."

"It's not simple like that," he grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took a large gulp, drinking it almost like water, "I got family and friends there man, there's people waiting for me and shit and I can't just… leave them there…"

"At the same time… I don't want to leave."

"Then why don't you bring them with you?"

"I don't think I can."

Qrow, despite thinking of the guy as some no-good drug-addicted junkie, didn't change his mind one bit. What he did understand though, was the guy was more understandable the more he talked with him.

He, Courrier, could've been Qrow's drinking buddy… if he wasn't sentenced for life due to his actions in one of the most devastating terrorist attacks in Vale's history that is.

Qrow thought about that for a second before shrugging it off, terrorist or not, the guy was a great drinking partner.

There are two Couriers, the one that you play and the one that Ulysses mentioned in Lonesome Road, both are the same person.

The Courier before they got shot in the head by Benny might as well be a separate character with how much Ulysses mentioned them.

Including some dialogue choices from the Courier that we play as well, mentioning how they delivered things to New Reno and basically everywhere in California before.

There are dialogue about them travelling to Illinois for a delivery, and a 'joke' (maybe) dialogue about having a kid in Montana seven years ago.

Then again, the Courier doesn't know what a fish is nor what Chicago is so that's funny.

That's also interesting, since the average Wastelander probably won't know anything about the states and their names.

Pittsburgh becoming The Pitt type thing. Ask a Wastelander from the Mojave if they know anything about the Capital Wasteland and they probably won't know anything about it, unless they have a pre-war world map that's not burnt to a crisp.

There's a lot of globes in Fallout 4 though, so the citizens of Boston might know more than the average Mojave desert dweller.