"What the fucking hell man".
Milo groaned, lay sprawled out across a table in the middle of the castle's library. Ho looked up, noticing Marcos continuing to scour the shelves in search of the answer they were looking for. Marcos slammed closed a book and place it back on the shelf.
He turned towards Milo, "Sir, I really don't think we are going to find what we are looking for".
After all of the big, leave it to me talk, from Marcos, Milo had expected him to do something bigger than just drag him into the library to study. As a matter of fact, they weren't even studying. All they were doing was picking books from the history section and if it didn't contain what they were looking for, tossing them back to where they came from.
They were just wasting time. Marcos picked out another book and flipped open a page.
Milo grabbed a book from the shelf and hurled it at him, "Moron, we need history. Why are you reading about magic for!?".
