Catherine had been at the guildhall since before sunrise, catching up on her reading. She wanted to take full advantage of the fact that the guild would be close to empty and nice and quiet. Unfortunately for her, the peace and quiet didn't seem to last long. [i]"ELLIIIIIOOOOOOT!!!!!"[/i] She heard the outraged cry of another guildmate and gritted her teeth as she tired to focus on the words in front of her. Distracted by the noise by the door she forgot where she was and had to start from the top of the page, and then she realized that she'd just read the same line twice. Finally she couldn't take anymore.

She slammed an armored fist on the table, cracking the wood, and stood up, turning the face the unruly guild members. "SHUT UP!!!" She screamed. "CAN'T YOU MORONS KEEP IT DOWN IN THE MORNING!" Her cry of rage was abruptly answered by an errant blast of sand that hit her in the face. All thoughts of peace and quiet were abandoned at that point, as she spat out a mouthful of sand and stood up on the table. She raised her hand, her face a mask of anger. "Requip!" She said as a magic circle appeared in the air in front of her outstretched hand. "Magic Focus Bow."

A standard looking steel recurve bow appeared in her left hand and, as she drew back the bowstring with her right, magic gathered and formed into a glowing blue arrow, notched and ready to fire. Her eyes blazed as they roved the room, seeking a target to dispel her annoyance onto.