Sah
"Cushy? In Halo? Sure." Sah retorted to Tal as he listened to Deimos' instructions. The armory must truly be a mess if the General was avoiding the task. But it couldn't be worse than the last time, right? "Won't be the first time I've had to sort the armory", Sah smiled cynically as he turned to go with 'Tom'. Tal's parting words pulled a sort from Sah, and he glanced over his shoulder. "Don't hurt yourself, Errand boy!"
Entering the armory, Sah paused. "Well fuck." It really was a mess. He got to work immediately. As 'Tom' sorted weapons from armor, Sah started further dividing up the weapons. Short swords in one pile. axes in another, bows in another, etc. Weapons that were too far gone, he added to the trash. He also set aside those that just needed to be repaired but were still salvageable.
Sah helps sort and organize the weapons in the armory. He makes piles of each type, of ones that needs repairs, and ones that are trash.
Entering the armory, Sah paused. "Well fuck." It really was a mess. He got to work immediately. As 'Tom' sorted weapons from armor, Sah started further dividing up the weapons. Short swords in one pile. axes in another, bows in another, etc. Weapons that were too far gone, he added to the trash. He also set aside those that just needed to be repaired but were still salvageable.
Sah helps sort and organize the weapons in the armory. He makes piles of each type, of ones that needs repairs, and ones that are trash.
My soul is in the sky
-William Shakespeare
-William Shakespeare
