Adam was stood in his tent, his lean and tall frame bent over a map of the Vale. His good eye—the other branded with the SDC logo—traced over various points the White Fang was watching. As a faunus compared to that of a humans, his greatly increased sense of hearing caught the sound of a scuffle. Straightening to his full 6'4 height, the bull faunus put on his grimm mask and stepped out of his tent.

"What is going on here?"

Adam snapped, his irritated voice silencing the White Fang camp entirely. Behind his mask he narrowed his eyes. His blue right eye caught sight of you, being restrained by two of the faunus men under his command. Adam's blood boiled. What the hell was a human doing in his camp?

"To my tent. Now."

The order was given. And he expected it to be followed. He wanted the human and the two faunus in his tent immediately.