A burst of excitement flowed through Connor as he walked into the training rooms. He has been waiting to choose his weapon for weeks and the lost student finally found his way to the room. Blue eyes fell upon the racks of weapons; everything was there, swords, knifes, clubs, spears, bows, shields, everything. Connor rummaged through the piles of sharp objects until he found the staff, his perfect weapon, the weapon he has been researching for weeks. The winter pulled out the Steel Jo Staff and threw a few swings in the air, 'I love it.' he said with a wide smile. "Now I just need someone to train with, so I can get a feel for the staff."
