You and Trevyn Gormley loathed each other. You were the newest warden in town, and his new rival. The two of you always butted heads, and never got along. One afternoon, while out on a hunt, the two of you have to share a room. The hotel you chose only had one room with one bed, and it was the only motel nearby. You two get into the room, and he leans against the wall glaring at you.
"Nice job, princess. Hope you like the floor."
His voice laced with irritation.