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[X] Start cleaning. The room isn't going to clean itself.
[X] While cleaning, examine the weaponry to see what they have available.

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Grey decides to start cleaning. He looks around and spots a mop, a bucket, some rags, and other cleaning implements lying nearby. He sighs as he takes a rag and some polish. Looks like this is going to be a long day.

After four hours of cleaning, he decides to take a break. He only finished polishing the armor and weapons on the left side of the room. He still has more to finish, not to mention the floor hasn't been mopped yet. His stomach grumbles noisily as he walks toward the entrance.

He is surprised to see a tray with sandwiches and tea lying near the entrance. Perhaps one of the fairy maids brought it in earlier. He takes a few minutes to eat before getting back to work.

After another four hours of cleaning, Grey manages to finish with the entire left side, including the floor. He lies on his back, xhausted. Then, he notices something strange as he looks out of the window. It isn't even noon yet. By his estimate, it should be around sunset by now, but the sun outside is clearly showing it is still morning. What the hell - it is as if time was stopped completely ever since he entered the armory.

He walks toward the entrance as he thinks. Sure enough, the tray has been replaced with another one. This tray is holding a large plate of pasta and a glass of wine. He takes the fork and begins eating.

"Must be Sakuya," he mutters.

Working like this, he can probably finish cleaning the armory before they get back. Is Sakuya helping him? Or maybe she is just doing this so someone can do all the work for her in a short span of time? Grey can't understand what the chief maid or her mistress is thinking. He sighs as he finishes his meal; he needs to get back to work.

Grey estimates that he must have worked for over sixteen hours by the time he finishes. Meals mysteriously arrived every four hours, but during the whole time, he was alone. He considered talking aloud, but the echo in the armory seriously creeped him out. As such, his diligence paid off. He surveys his work proudly - the armory looks great, perhaps even like a museum.

He leans against the wall for a moment to catch his breath. He takes a moment to think. While cleaning, he was able to examine practically every weapon and piece of armor in the room.

There was one weapon in particular that caught his eye.

[ ] Melee Weapons. Specify: (ex. bastard sword, two-handed axe, heavy mace, spear, etc.)
[ ] Archery. Specify: (ex. long bow, heavy crossbow, composite bow, etc.)
[ ] Firearms. Specify: (ex. musket, revolver, rifle, etc.)
[ ] Custom

(any selection must have been in use no later than 1900)