Torie stopped digging and looked at the Professor in confusion. A smear of dirt annointed her forehead where she had wiped away some sweat with her dirt-covered wrist. Her red hair was disheveled and coming loose from her long braid resulting in wispy hairs framing her face where they weren't plastered down by sweat. "Are we SUPPOSED to find something, Professor?" Torie asked, unable to completely hide the frustration in her voice. "And not to be rude," she continued, "but what does this have to do with our lesson?"