Having obtained a set of keys from one of the guards, Tyne goes in search of the weapons storerooms. He's never had occassion to enter those rooms until now. In the past, someone more knowledgeable in weaponry just gave him what he needed, but that was before all the weapons instructors labeled him a hopeless case and gave up on him. They won't give him the time of day anymore, so he's got to take matters into his own hands.
There were three different store rooms. The largest held the generic weaponry for the castle guards. Another had better weapons for the knights. The other, the one he enters, is reserved for the Mordecai, and within are the very best weapons in the kingdom's possession.
Tyne shuts the door behind him. Sunlight slants through the windows and glints off of all the sharp pointy things before him.
He just kinda stands there for a moment, unsure where to start. What does he need? What's best for him? He doesn't really want to be here anyway, but lately he's been feeling like he should try to contribute something. Not that he minds leeching off of the kingdom, but it's occurred to him that they might not keep him around if he doesn't at least put forth an effort, Mordecai or not. So here he is...but now what?
There are lots of swords: curved, straight, light, heavy...then there are the glaives and spears, the maces, the battle axes, throwing stars, and a quite few things that he can't even name. Not knowing what's best suited for him, he starts rummaging around, tossing aside stuff that's too heavy, trying every sword that looks promising, and just in general making a mess and racket.