So you're telling me I get dropped in some village in the middle of a jungle and someone's replaced my weapon with a knife?
Yeah, sounds about right.
Name's Qrow. Don't guess there's a group of teenagers running around here? One's got a whole lot of blonde hair and a prosthetic arm, another's got shortish dark hair and acts like she's drained a whole pot of coffee, and I'm gonna do whoever's reading this a favor and not describe all eight of them.