When Ezekiel and Hugo entered the Weaponry, they didn’t expect the place to be a mess. There were empty bottles of beer on the floor, a bunch of broken weapons that were scattered everywhere and some even impaled on a wall, a couple of plants that withered away for presumably a long time, and the wooden interior of this place was damaged by termites.
There’s also an unbearable awful stench of smell. If they weren’t godlings, they would’ve probably been knocked out by now. This isn’t what they expected this place to look like after just escaping from the mayor’s office. This doesn’t scream like Weaponry, but more of an abandoned house for an irresponsible person.
“Pardon the… mess of my place.” The skinny bearded man apologized for the abominable appearance of the Weaponry. He then grabbed a wooden stool and sat down. “This place… hasn't been in maintenance for a couple of years now. Why would it anyway? It’s just junk for storing old weapons.”