(Still a tad bit lost on where and what everyone is doing; if this post contradicts with anything I'll edit, :T)

Shuffling of metal rang softly around the armory's walls, originating deeper into the vault...

With a trembled hand, the knight grabbed another short sword from the shelf. The added weight made him stagger backwards against the wall, a few small daggers clinking onto the floor. He bent his knees in attempt to retrieve them; stopping when the ridiculously large pile of weapons in his arms began shaking violently. His strength was going to fail him, and the king knew it. Pushing himself off the wall, King Knight proceeded to stack weapons from the armory into his arms. This was once again a point in his life where he wished for the company of others, more arms, less work for him. Obviously this was not the work a man of his class was entitled for, but what choice did he have? Without proper knights in his control he was bound with tedious labor. 

He reached to his side for a hung shield only to feel his knees buckle under him. King Knight wheezed in shock as his body slammed into the ground. The weapons for his future army scattered soundly across the stone in front of his fallen form. King Knight pulled himself up in a panic and began to hug some of the many swords he took. Even though he knew the facility was empty of life, (though he was incredibly wrong), he still didn't want to leave evidence of his presence. He dropped his bounty and gripped his helmet in panic.... there was [b]soooo[/b] much work to be done!

at the very least, he knew there was no one else in the armory; absolutely no one else in the armory to see him stealing their possessions... he had time!