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                                                               fuonno​

                                          “ Who’s there !? It’s a bit late, don’t                                                                                you know ! “

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                        That’s not it, either.

    In the midst of a scattered mess of books, Reshi intently searched. Of these books, there were miscellaneous strategy books, books of legends and lore, and an occasional factual history book. While she was big on reading, the girl would bore easily of all the already proven, uninteresting stuff. With a disgruntled sigh, it was clear she was having a lot of issues spotting what she was looking for—her current strategy book, of messy notes and plotted positions for ideal set ups during battle. There were some things she wanted to add to it. Even though she wasn’t exactly the most… focused and serious in the world, the tactician was constantly thinking, and always manages to come up with rather unique tactics to overwhelm the enemies.

    After picking up another book, looking it over and then tossing it aside, Reshi folded her arms and gave a huff. “Who’s idea was it for my study to be so messy anyways?” That question was directed towards nobody, but she was frustrated. After all, its her fault the study looks like this. She probably has one of the messiest in the whole camp—maybe in all of Ylisse as well. Reshi just didn’t have the time, or interest, to keep it perfect. But this was ludicrous! Even for her.

    She stifled a sigh, tossing another book aside. Looks like I’m going to have to clean it, Reshi thought, unpleased. That being said, she shoved several books aside, making space for her to begin sorting. How hard could it be, eh? The girl only read certain kinds of of books. As she picked up a book, Reshi heard the sound of somebody abruptly entering her tent. Oh, what a perfect timing….

                                                      “Whaddya need?”

          She turned around to face the person in the eyes; giving a semi-welcoming glance.

                                           “It’s not right to enter without asking.”

                                                Like she hasn’t done that before.