Tori
Any student that entered the academy library that morning wouldn’t have been able to find Tori without digging her out from under a large pile of papers at the front desk. It was here Tori had spent the rest of the night, working on her map of Arcadia. It was thankless work that satisfied no one but herself and she was fine with that. Truth be told, this was the third copy Tori had made so far. Past experience had taught her to make multiple back-up copies and store them separately.
Having finished the last copy, Tori stored the maps away and ignored the rest of her duties and went out, a comical amount of pages following her out of the library and down the hall. Taking out a pocket notebook Tori paused briefly to flip through her half complete, hastily scrawled, notes of the information she had gleaned from the treasure vault the night before and a few hypotheses about the nature or Arcadia. The whole mess involving last night and the reason she couldn’t relax was the fault of this Librarian and so Tori silently cursed the Librarian in her heart
Goddamn madman! A disgrace to my profession! What self-respecting librarian add terrorism to their resume? Or for that matter be audacious enough to add “the” to their profession, as if any other were bellow respect! Bastard interrupted my studies! and so the true reason for her anger was revealed only to a mind reader.
Coldly glaring at any student or staff that crossed her path, Tori made a bee-line for the staffroom and liberated a teapot and water. Before returning back to her post, hoping the tea would calm her down