The days went by quickly, and in the blink of an eye, two days had already passed.
I woke up early that morning and quickly made my way to the armory. The place was quiet at this hour, with only a few students and instructors picking up equipment. Most of them barely spared me a glance.
I looked around and spotted Dale behind the shelves and walked towards him. He handled all requests personally, making sure nothing went missing without proper documentation.
He looked up as I approached, barely lifting his head from the ledger he was scribbling in.
"Here to pick up the items you requested?"
"Yeah," I said, resting my arms on the counter.
Dale grunted and stood up, stretching his back before heading to the storage room. I heard the clatter of supplies being shifted, the sound of metal scraping against wood.
A few minutes later, he returned with a neatly stacked bundle of gear.
