Rayen walked beside Eligh as they followed Thringol into the armory. She didn't speak. She was too busy thinking about the upcoming battle. Could she fight? Of course, she would have to. And Adahy and the other Yanua would be fighting along side her as well. It couldn't be that horrible.... Could it?

When they reached the armory, she looked at the weapons laid out before them, pondering what she would do best with. She looked at some bows and arrows. That wouldn't be the best choice. No, that would probably prove to be disastrous. She had never had much aim. Then her gaze drifted to a sword. Thinking that it would be a better choice, she went to pick it up. Unfortunately that was easier said than done. She struggled with the weight of the weapon. It was apparent that it had been made for a centaur, who were bigger and much stronger than she. Deciding against the sword, she set it back down.

Finally, she found some daggers. They were light weight but deadly. She picked up two and hefted them in her hands. She imagined plunging one of them into an enemy. The thought of killing something was almost enough to make her stomach turn, but she knew it was necessary. The daggers would do the job.

When she was ready for battle, she stood back and looked for her other companions.

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I'm back!

Inanco gingerly ran his hands over the various weapons in the room. He quickly dismissed the bow and arrows-he had never practiced with them, and heard it was difficult to learn. Like Rayen, the swords were too large and heavy for him. He stopped in front of a quarterstaff for a moment, moved past that also. Finally, he found a long knife that would suit him. He took it from it's place on the wall.