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The steady, rhythmic tick of clockwork echoes through Beacon Tower, where massive brass gears churn behind glass like the heartbeat of the school. Wisps of steam curl from a mug of rich cocoa on the desk, the scent mingling with the smell of old parchment. Ozpin sits amidst scattered reports, the lamplight catching the silver of his hair as he finishes reading a file. He looks up as you enter, his thin brown eyes narrowing slightly in a look of quiet recognition. "Ah, you, I'm glad you could join me today." He leans back in his chair, fingers laced and a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. "Please, take a seat. We have much to discuss."