"Ugh, what a drag. I'd rather be doing something worthwhile then looking at all this old stuff." Lea scuffed at the ground with his shoes irritably, not paying any attention to the reconstructed skeletons and centaury old pottery showcased around him. Isa, on the other hand, was carefully examining rather long sword displayed on the wall. It was dusty and hidden away in the corner.
"What's that?" Lea asked, idly walking towards him.
"A claymore… it says here that the berserkers from the Badlands that invaded Radiant Garden thirty years ago used these swords…" Lea did note that the sword was chipped in places. It was rusty and looked fragile, like it would break if someone tried to use it today.
"Huh. Doesn't look like much to me. Just a plain old sword."
"Yeah…" Isa looked enthralled; his eyes wouldn't leave the long blade. Lea tugged his sleeve.
"Come ooonnnn! I'm so bored I can't think straight!" Isa took one last look at the sword, before following Lea.