Jaune Arc, dressed in his light-armored clothes, sat by the side of the girl he helped. 

'This girl has Elven blood in her veins.' Jaune thought as he looked at the book in his hands. One of his precious gifts from Tamriel, an Arcanist's Tome. Containing knowledge about numerous topics, it mostly contained magical theorems and some information from Tamriel. It contained a library he gathered from his journey in Tamriel or replicas in the case of more unique books. 

"Where am I?"  

"Easy there," Lowering his book, Jaune quickly pressed his palm on the girl's shoulder to keep her from getting up. "You were quite banged up. You're in Beacon Academy's infirmary" 

"I see, where," 

"Your horned Demon horse is safe," Jaune said and the girl's eyes narrowed into a glare aimed at him. 

"Ihuarraquax is not a demon horse," The girl replied, 

"Oh, yeah, different dimension," Jaune replied, causing the girl to look at her with wide green eyes. 

"How did you?" 

"I have been in and out of several dimensions either made by gods or powerful mages," Jaune said as he looked at her. The girl was impressed, a mage capable of creating his or her own dimension. Her eyes landed on him, golden-blonde hair with blue eyes, and a face carved with barely noticeable scars. One of them was a pair of scars on the left side of his face on the forehead and cheek. "My name is Jaune, Jaune Arc." 

"I'm Ciri," Ciri said, looking at the blue-eyed Blonde. For a split second, the Swallow saw a hulking figure of steel behind the young man, looking at her through a great steel helm. A nightingale was perched on his shoulder as his entire form overlapped with a great wolf before morphing into a fox. 

"Welcome to Remnant," Jaune said with a smile as he stood up. "I'll get you something to eat."

"Wait... why are you doing this?" The lion cub of Cintra asked, her emerald-green eyes cautiously looking at the Blonde's form. 

"Why? Well, my mom always told me that Strangers are just friends you haven't met yet." The young blonde said with a bright smile. It was so bright and optimistic... "Well, that is until they try to kill you." 

=-=-=-=-=-=

Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon walked through the halls of Beacon Academy, dressed in some of the clothes native to this world, while following Jaune. She looked at the walls of the academy and into the back of the young man she was following. He carried a pair of swords just like a Wicher but she could see that they not made with silver or steel. He moved with a feline grace and soundless footsteps and his entire presence was lovingly embraced by the shadows they passed through. 

"Ciri, over here!" Her eyes widened as she saw Jaune already ahead of her. How? He was just... No, he was just that fast, and combined with his silence... 

She could feel a drop of sweat form on her body. There was something more in regard to Jaune. True, he was idealistic and a bit too relaxed with his guard. Jogging towards him, noticed how her medallion vibrated. 

Magic was nearby! 

"Oh, a magical detector in the form of an amulet?" Ciri froze. How did he know? "Would have been handy against the worms..." 

What worms? 

"You know magic?" Ciri asked as Jaune nodded. 

"Jaune Arc, huntsman-in-training, Wizard of the Arcane University of the Empire of Cyrodiil, and Archmage candidate," Jaune revealed, stunning Ciri. A man her age was a good enough mage to become an Archmage candidate?!

"Wait, candidate?" 

"Oh, yeah. I was supposed to be the next Archmage," Jaune said as he pressed a button on the wall to open a pair of steel doors leading to a small room. "But I refused," Now that shocked Ciri. A mage refusing a position like that.

"Why did you?" Ciri asked, following Jaune inside.

"Well, to be honest, I am not that great of a mage," Jaune revealed with a small smile. "I am only around the level of an Adept, overall. "Besides, I was busy with my duties and I had to investigate something," 

The elevator ride was a bit entertaining as Jaune talked with Ciri on the way up. The Lion cub of Cintra watched in amazement at the clockwork-like mechanisms in the room. 

"Mr. Arc, and your friend," 

"I'm Ciri," 

"I see," Ozpin leaned on his hand. "Now, Miss Cir, can you tell us why you suddenly appeared here?" 

"It's okay," Jaune said as he looked at her. 

Jaune and Ozpin listened to her tale. They knew that it was not the complete summary of her journey but one part of her story. 

Hatred burned in the heart of the Second Divine Crusader as he heard about the Aen Elle. He could still see them. His cursed curiosity led him to a black book showing the Ayleids' horrors. The court of the fire king Hadhuul and his sickening acts, the gut gardens, Flesh sculptures...

The Doom Drum and the Dragon's blood in Dawn's Beauty vibrated as it felt his thoughts. The remnants of the beast blood boiled inside him. 

A cruel bloodthirsty grin formed on his face, resembling more of a wolf at the premise of an interdimensional hunt. The vestiges of Pelinal inside roared with primal hatred at the information, cursing in old forgotten tongues... A silver glow covered his left hand as the signature killing light of his predecessor roared to life. 

Silverhand, A moniker he gained after he inherited Pelinal's skills.  

"Jaune?" the slight crack in Ciri's voice killed the killing light as Jaune looked at her. Her emerald-green eyes were wide and filled with worry. "You're a werewolf?" 

Blue eyes widened as he saw the spectral claw-like nails, his senses as a familiar weight of wolf ears and a tail formed on his form. Ethereal blue wolf ears twitched with each sound. 

"I see, I was never fully cured," Jaune whispered as he felt the connection he had with his beast blood and severed it. The ethereal blue appendages disappeared as he found himself using his normal senses once more. "Well, I was and it involved a quest about hunting the Last unicorn in Tamriel," 

=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Jaune Arc looked and stalked the halls of Beacon as he followed the largest amount of people using a minor detection spell. Ciri had already left after she reunited with her Unicorn and left to go who knows where. Honestly, he wanted to skin the horned menace as it had the gall to use magic to ruin his Pumpkin Pete Hoodie. Slipping into the shadows and moving with unnatural grace and finesse, the young man smiled at the sight of Ozpin delivering his speech. 

"A gray fox, all alone," The silky velvety smooth voice of a familiar person caught Jaune's attention before a smile formed on his face as he felt something sharp poke his armor.

"A nightingale far from home," Jaune replied with a voice as smooth as the speaker. Amber eyes met with a pair of blue. 

"Shadow hide you, guild master," A pair of soft cat ears lay hidden in an illusion as a mischievous grin formed on a woman's face.

"And Luck find you, agent of our lady," Jaune replied as a gray cowl overlapped his face while a masked hood covered the woman's head. 

A pair of soft yet powerful arms wrapped itself around Jaune. "When did you get back?" 

"A few days ago, what about you, Blake?" 

Blake Belladonna, a fellow member of the Thieves Guild that he met when he visited Riften. He was under orders from the Gray Fox to deliver something for the Skyrim Chapter's leader and he met the Faunus girl after a joint mission involving a corrupt Jarl. The two stayed in contact and Blake even arrived to help out during the Oblivion Crisis and his travels across Tamriel. 

"Same here, Lady Nocturnal wanted me to be your housecarl," Blake announced, shocking Jaune. The position of Nightingale was special, they were supposed to protect the Twilight Sepulcher. "She was pissed that because of Meridia, she lost you, one of her favored champions. Knowing that I was from Remnant as well, then here we are." 

"Honestly, Blake... what did we get ourselves into?" Binding themselves to a Daedric prince, becoming thieves. 

"I'm not sure," Jaune sighed as he took his wallet from Blake, not minding the fact that he knew he was around a few Lien lighter. "But, hey! At least I'm back home in Remnant," Stuck in the shadows, the gray fox and the Nightingale smiled as they looked around. 

"Wanna meet my friends?" Jaune offered as he looked at his Guildmate who shrugged. 

"Why not?" Playfully, Blake bumped her his to his own before walking ahead with a sway of her hips.