What a pity

Juliet looked around the room, vague interest written in her eyes. The room certainly had...

History to it.

She walked up to a suit of armour, a frown on her face, as she tried to imagine what it would be like to wear such a thing. It looked frightfully heavy. One had to be very strong just to move in the thing, let alone fight in a battle.

Though she supposed if it was between wearing that, or being completely vulnerable to the blade of a sword, she'd take the armour.

Speaking of swords. Her eyes light up, looking at the sword near by.

Looking over both her shoulders, she reached out a hand, slowly picking up the weapon, holding it in the air for barely a moment.

And then her arm dropped from the weight.

"Well that didn't work so well."