This was not Maggie's day. Dragged out of her work to attend a meeting for soldiers? And arriving late. The glares she had received from commanders. As though there was time to go through every report that passed through the camp each day. But this was wholly unfair. Maggie had expected to fight, this was war and she was a sort of soldier. Technically. Part of her was even looking forward to it, first hand observations of her work. Any grunt could use her tools, but none of them knew what to look for as she had quickly learned.

Still, it was supposed to be orderly, teams assigned and formed by generals with lists and knowledge about candidates. This put her in a futile position.  She was not unaware of how she looked, especially surrounded by fully armored warriors. Nor was there any chance of being mistaken as a magic user. No, there where no misconceptions in Maggie's mind. Barely scraping past five feet, small frame, mangled hands, and generally disheveled looks would not win her allies. If anything she appeared to have just lost a fight. A small growl of frustration slipped out and she kicked the table leg. So much for testing; she'd be stuck scouting around the camp for bandits with this system in place. If she was going to fight it had to be the big baddies.

The other soldiers around the room where an odd collection to be sure. Only a few where in uniform, Earth Kingdom troops she recognized but couldn't differentiate ranks. Most where in their own clothing, or armor. Warriors where easiest to pick out, the way the others carried themselves gave off the same effect as full plated armor and heavy arms. No, these people wouldn't see her worth. She'd have to show them. Silently grumbling, Maggie scowled, slouching in her seat and began to knaw at a blacked thumbnail in thought.