[ Arthur already has a sword, and his hand rests lightly on the pommel as he takes in the cabinet with wide eyes. It's the sort of expression most men get upon seeing a room full of treasure. But gold has little appeal to Arthur. The weapons, on the other hand... ]
[ He takes a mace, tests its weight, puts it back. Examines a staff, considers taking one to start with — just being here he can feel the gaps in his knowledge, and he thinks perhaps starting from basics and stretching until he finds his limits. And there are guns to learn, too, but his curiosity isn't at all as demanding as his desire to feel steel in his hand again. ]
I suppose all of them isn't an option.
[ Yes, that is legit disappointment you're hearing. ]
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[ He takes a mace, tests its weight, puts it back. Examines a staff, considers taking one to start with — just being here he can feel the gaps in his knowledge, and he thinks perhaps starting from basics and stretching until he finds his limits. And there are guns to learn, too, but his curiosity isn't at all as demanding as his desire to feel steel in his hand again. ]
I suppose all of them isn't an option.
[ Yes, that is legit disappointment you're hearing. ]