Caro smiles again as the cannon fires. She slides her backpack back on and stands, mostly steady thank goodness. Well, and thank sponsor. She's still stiffer and slower than she'd like, but everything's working. She sheathes her knife and picks up her spear turned walking stick.
She heads to the edge of the clearing, but stops and looks over her shoulder. "Thanks for the knife," she tells Zopf's corpse. She gives one of those little finger waves she's become so fond of and then disappears into the woods.
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Date: 2013-07-16 08:49 am (UTC)She heads to the edge of the clearing, but stops and looks over her shoulder. "Thanks for the knife," she tells Zopf's corpse. She gives one of those little finger waves she's become so fond of and then disappears into the woods.