Sasha relaxed in the guild hall, looking about for anyone to talk to. No fighting had yet broken out, but the day was young, she thought with mild amusement. She turned to the book she was trying to read, and sighed with frustration. It all just seemed too hard. Her parents had died before they could finish teaching her to read, and the old man who taught her ice maker magic had no time to teach her. 

It was sad and frustating. She slammed the cover of the book down, and grumbled to herself