[color=ed1c24][h1]Rowan D. Valinn[/h1][/color]
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Rowan turned his attention to the headmaster, who had instructed them all to take their place upon the metallic squares lining the edge of the cliff. Rowan only now noticed the metal plates. Had they been there the whole time? Rowan shrugged it off. He probably noticed them when her first arrived, then promptly dismissed the though of them. He followed Vlad, having to speed walk to keep up with his longer strides.

“You’ve got a point. Does it really matter, though? My opponents wouldn’t last more than a minute, anyways,” He said half-jokingly. Rowan claimed one of the pedestals as his own, with the newest arrival taking the spot in between him and Vlad. The boy, Rood, if Rowan heard Ozpin correctly, was taller than him. It seemed to be a running theme at the cliffs. Rowan cursed his genes for making him the size of a dwarf. 

Rowan rubbed his hands together in anticipation. He loved the thrill of a fight, and he hoped that there were going to be plenty in the forest below. After all, they were at a Huntsman academy, which trains people to be fighters. It would be a shame for their initiation to lack one of the fundamental aspects of being a Huntsman.

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