Katrina had been standing towards the back of the group, attempting to avoid attention and learn a bit more about the rest of them. Finally, with a sigh, she decided it was about time to get a weapon. She walked briskly towards the weapon rack and instinctively grabbed the first one-handed sword she saw. She frowned at the dented edges and rusting handle. 
Well, at least it was better than nothing.

She stared warily at the orcs. She had a feeling they would be the most troublesome.