I took my time getting to the other side of the city, for obvious reasons. I made sure to stop for every Grimm I caught sight of. By the time I got to where I was going, the only Grimm left on my side were the ones too cowardly to poke their noses out of their dens. Unfortunately, slaughtering them all didn't do much for my mood, it also didn't make her go away. The only thing it really accomplished was make us one step closer to going home and forgetting this ever happened.
When I arrived at the other gate, Summer was already there. She looked at me impatiently as I dragged my feet closer.
"You sure took your time," she commented after a moment.
"Where you waiting very long?" I asked.
"No, not really."
"Maybe next time then." I walked by her, noticing a pouty frown when I passed. A few seconds later she caught up to me, matching my strides.
"Why are you acting like such a-"
"That must be the mayor," I interrupted as I pointed towards the wiry man, shifting nervously nearby. "We best go talk to him."
She frowned again but didn't press the issue. Instead we walked up to the man, making sure to look as professional as possible.
"You're the mayor, I presume?" Summer asked nicely. She was always the best at interacting with civilians so I used to let her do all the talking when we had been together. I saw no reason to change that now, even if it brought back a painful sense of familiarity.
"Uh, yes, that's me. You're the huntsmen I asked for, right?" the Mayor asked as he fiddled with his hands.
"Yes, my name's Summer, and you can call him Qrow," she said, indicating me. "Would you mind telling us a little about the situation? We only had time for the basics before we left."
"Oh, uh, sure. Basically, there's too many Grimm for us to take out on our own," he replied.
"Obviously," I muttered, getting a glare from Summer in the process.
"They mostly come out at night, targeting the people living in the outskirts."
"That doesn't seem too unnatural," Summer replied. "How many Grimm do you think we're dealing with?"
"That's the thing, we don't know," he said. "We have a few huntsmen that can normally pick them off pretty well but for whatever reason more keep getting attracted here."
"It must be a pretty dreary town if it's attracting so many Grimm," I commented flatly. "Tell me you at least have a bar."
"Well, not an official one."
"There's your problem right there."
"Qrow!"
