Getting a weapon. (open)

Joesph walked into the armory. He was carrying his scythe, which was made of bone to be exact but covered in metal. He was practiced in using it with one hand, so he thought he should get some more weapons. Another scythe to be exact, along with a few other things and something to protect himself with. He waited for a child of Hepheastus to show up so he could get some help.

Ceira tiptoed carefully into the armory. She didn't want to stumble upon too much people her first day at the camp. She noticed a boy, standing looking at a weapon she'd never handled herself before, but knew to be a scythe. She straightened up, trying not to look as nervous and twitchy as she felt. "Hi... Uhm, I'm Ceira" she started.