GAHRYE
Two hours later, Gahrye pushed away from the table and sighed, raking his hands through his hair. He wanted to groan. He wanted to kick something. Hard.
They hadn't found anything. Not anything truly useful. Nothing that would even help figure out where else to look. Rubbing his face, he dropped his head back over the back of the chair and stifled a growl.
He'd definitely been spending too much time with predators lately.
It wasn't that he'd expected to find all the answers in two hours. It wasn't even that he'd expected to find any. It was that… that he felt so completely inadequate to this task. He just picked up books, had Kalle point him to possibly relevant chapters or passage and flipped through them.
Words were beginning to swim on the page because his brain was so overwhelmed, he worried he might miss something.
