Qrow

The dragon hissed as you entered his cave. He was immense, slithering forwards warily to see what the stranger wanted. You wrinkle your nose at the odd stench the drake's cave reeks of, and decide not to look too closely at the dark puddles littering the floor. You raise a clawed hand in greeting as Qrow silently inspects you. "You'll be coming for the supplies then, I suppose." He mutters without really looking for an answer. He spins around and vanishes back within the cave as you fidget awkwardly just within the entrance. Your ears pric k curiously as you hear the sound of-what, hoodbeats? Hooves on a stone floor? But before you can process that further he reappears, dragging a large bag of assorted bones and horns used for alchemy purposes. He grins slightly as he watches you shoulder the awkward package. "No charge today," He calls, his voice growing snarky as he turns back to his cave, "I was feeling nice."