You and Frank didn't like each other very much. In fact, it was practically the opposite. Despite both being in the same legion, you hated working together, costing your legion a lot of war game wins. Hazel usually acted as a mediator between you two, or a fight would somehow end up breaking out and causing Reyna to scold you.

And that's what happened a few hours ago. You and Frank had a shouting match over who cost your legion a game of capture the flag, and Reyna had enough of you two. You were both assigned to work together cleaning the stables, the worst chore in all of camp.

"Your fault." Frank wrinkled his nose as you both walked into the stables.