As the students talk among themselves...

From atop the Beacon Tower, the man in silver watched the airships come in.
[color=1B003F]"The champions arrive."[/color]
he mutters, watching closely as the airships landed, hopeful student streaming from the shuttles. In the office below, an important discussion was taking place.

[color=b18fdf] "I'm not sure this is the right thing to do." [/color] Glynda protests. [color=b18fdf] "We can't-"[/color]
[color=0a5d10]  "We must." [/color] Ozpin cuts her off with a tone that indicates this  isn't the first time they've had this argument. He heaves a sigh and  stares into his mug for a moment before continuing. [color=0a5d10] "If  we don't, the world as we know it may be lost." [/color]
[colour=b18fdf]  "It still isn't right. To throw them into such danger, when we're not  even sure they're ready for it!" [/colour] She protests again. Ozpin  turns to her and the other male, a teacher younger than Glynda, rolls his eyes from his perch by the window.
[color=#0047AB]"We already know that they are. My son and his team managed it just a few months ago."[/color]The brown haired man sighs audibly. [color=#0047AB]"Worse, even."[/color]
[colour=b18fdf] "Last year we had an exceptional crop - the kind that only comes around once a generation."[/colour] Glynda struggles to protest, knowing that ultimately it is futile.
 [color=0a5d10]"Glynda, they won't be alone. He will be watching them. WE will be watching them."[/color] Ozpin responds, taking a sip from his coffee
The enigmatic knight descends from the tip of the spire, entering the headmasters office. [color=1B003F]"You must have faith, child. A thousand years of preparation have already come to pass."[/color]
Taking a step closer to the blonde haired woman, he takes her hand surprisingly gently. Ozpin and the other teacher look away, realising that Glynda needs this moment of reassurance. [color=1B003F]"Your children shall live, as shall this world. However, now it is time for us to act."[/color]
Glynda draws a sharp breath and holds it for a moment before nodding. [colour=b18fdf] "You're right. You always are." [/colour]
The man nods solemnly, holding her gaze for a moment before looking away.
[color=1B003F]"I sometimes wish I was wrong."[/color]
Releasing the teachers hand, he strolls towards the Headmaster's desk.
[color=1B003F]"Ozpin, the relics are in place, correct?"[/color]
The Headmaster shakes his head and sighs into his mug again.
[color=0a5d10]"We've experienced a minor delay, I'm afraid."[/color]
The man clicks his tongue  as he stares out the window, turning his back on the three people  gathered in the office with him. He can just see the last of the  students entering the main courtyard and the airships lifting off.
[color=1B003F]"No matter, I shall deal with them this year."[/color]

(3 rounds until speech)