You scour the isle of the library for the third time, huffing in frustration. You've been looking for a specific book for hours, but you can't seem to find it.

Finally, as you reach the end of the shelf, you happen to glance over at the reading area. A ceruleanblood troll is sitting there, at one of the tables, flipping through the book you need. You walk up to her, whispering a soft "Excuse me!" and she looks up at you, fixing her glasses. "Yes?" she whispers, before frowning. "You're frustrated." she notes.

“Uh, I- No, no, not at all!” You reply, embarrassed. You really don’t want to make her feel guilty, but you really need that book. “Yes, you are.” She replies, tilting her head a bit condescendingly. “No need to lie, I can feel these things.” Ah, shit. Ceruleanblood powers. Well, you don’t like arguing, but this is about to be the most politest brawl ever known to trollkind, because you need that effing book and you’re gonna get it.