[ once they're done with the tour, the dwarf eagerly heads to the heavy doors at the back of the training room, slipping a keycard out of his armor somewhere and sliding it through the reader. the red light goes green and the doors depress, drawing back to reveal a room full of racks and racks of swords, maces, flails, morningstars, pikes, staffs, bows of all kinds, and more guns lining the walls in intimidating quantities. there's also plenty of armor, of both a modern and old-fashioned variety. dovan looks back at the squires excitedly. ] Who wants to find a good fit first, eh?
Armory;