The moment Garrick's command settled into the air, the hall erupted into movement as the students scattered across the vast space, their earlier restraint giving way to open curiosity and excitement, their footsteps echoing lightly against the polished floor as they moved between rows of weapons, each display illuminated by soft, controlled light that highlighted the craftsmanship and form of the armaments laid before them.
The atmosphere shifted quickly.
What had begun as a quiet awe turned into a restless exploration, students spreading out in clusters or moving alone, drawn instinctively toward the types of weapons that resonated with them, their eyes scanning the displays, their hands hovering just above the racks before finally reaching out.
