and I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
He's content to work alone, not paying the others any heed as they go about the rest of the Barracks. Walls fall and sleeves get torn in different parts of the barracks, but in the armory Aamu's finally cleared enough of a space to get to the weaponry itself. He gives some of it a cursory inspection before departing to find two types of storage. Could be wheelbarrows, or boxes, Aamu starts to go through the weapons, leaning on his expertise as a weaponsmith to sort them into salvageable and unsalvageable. They go into the two different storage locations for easy transport out of here. He's not a stranger to taking his time in appraising them properly.
Aamu sorts weaponsssss
Aamu
