James Robertson stood with his fellows, looking about him, taking in the sights, smells and tastes. He noticed a small armory, unguarded, all the men were on the wall fighting. He gestures to his cohorts, snarls:
"Come on!"
And runs for the door. Inside, there is not a large amount of equipment left, most was already in use by the defenders, but there was enough. He grabbed a scimitar, a small buckler and a recurve bow, as well as a quiver of arrows, before making rooms for any of the others to arm themselves. He glanced around, but sadly there was no more armour.
(Sorry for the short post.))