You walk through aisles of books, your hands full of different novels. Some were for research, some for pleasure reading..but you bit off more than you could chew. You could barely see over the books in your arms. Suddenly, you feel yourself hit something, falling on your butt and dropping your books. The person you bumped into dropped his books as well.

“Great.” He sounded annoyed.

You recognize him as the Akedemiya’s Scribe, Alhaitham. And he looked..very agitated.

“What a mess..”