"Leon, we are going to the tavern, do you want to come with us?"
"No, I'm fine. You can go off without me."
Elyan frowned. "Okay, but if you change your mind, you can always pop in. We will probably need more people to carry Gwaine home anyway if he gets too drunk again."
Leon laughed. "I'll see if I'm able to make it. Thank you."
With a look of disappointment, Elyan walked out of the weapon room and joined the rest of the knights who were waiting outside.
Leon turned towards the middle of the room and cringed at the horrific sight in front of him. Leon understood that it was right after training and no one cared, but he had to make sure everything was precisely in place. He couldn't leave this mess until he knew that everything was intact when he left.
Where should I start first? Leon thought. He scanned the room, and found a pile of swords shoved in the corner of the room. He walked over and began carrying the swords in his arms. As soon as Leon started to drag himself to the other side of the room, Percy came in and abruptly stopped when he noticed Leon struggling to lift a huge pile of swords.
"Um, do you need help with that?"
Leon blushed, realizing how stupid he must have looked. "No, it's okay; I got this."
"No, you need help. Here." Percy picked up the pile Leon was carrying and placed them against the wall in order with a sufficient amount of gap between each sword.
"You're good at that," Leon praised Percy as Percy made sure the line of swords looked okay.
"My mom had the same problem. She would force me to clean the house hours on end, with only a few minutes of break to eat."
Leon couldn't help but to smile. "It's nice to know that I'm not the only one like this."
"It really it," he agreed and continued helping Leon with another pile of swords.