full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Grinning as the damaged weaponry began to take shape under his hands, Amun began to whistle. However, he soon ran out of things to repair. Glancing over at the shelves, he looked between them and the piles of weapons a few times. Finally, he squared his shoulders and began to sort.
His goal was to not only put the weapons away, but to leave them in some semblance of order. So he started with bladed weapons: swords, daggers, knives, everything with an edge to it was put in the first set of shelves. Once that was done, he start on the blunt instruments, maces, staves, batons, and everything else that fit into that category.
Amun begins to sort and put away the weapons, starting with blades. If successful in putting them away, he'll move on to blunt weapons.
His goal was to not only put the weapons away, but to leave them in some semblance of order. So he started with bladed weapons: swords, daggers, knives, everything with an edge to it was put in the first set of shelves. Once that was done, he start on the blunt instruments, maces, staves, batons, and everything else that fit into that category.
Amun begins to sort and put away the weapons, starting with blades. If successful in putting them away, he'll move on to blunt weapons.
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