As Professor Toren pointed to the long table at the back of the Rune Making Hall, the students rose, everyone walking to get a share of their tools.
The table had everything a Rune Smith would need — runic papers, carving tools, stone tablets, inks, and all. But Adrian went for what they were told to get, reaching out for a runic paper among the lots on the table.
But before he could grasp it, a hand darted in, snatching the sheet with a deliberate jerk. Adrian froze and his brow furrowed.
'They're plenty of papers here. What's the deal?' he thought, but didn't look up, suppressing his emotions and moving to grab an ink and quill.
But just about he could maintain contact once again, the same hand shot out again, shoving his aside to claim the inkwell.
Adrian's patience snapped. 'This is no accident.'
He turned, ready to confront the idiot that was hell bent on annoying him.
