Chapter 6
by 
gooeyaurora
Still, what awaits her in this new place?
[P] A moment of respite, and a strange ...
For a brief while, there seems to be quiet around Thorn. She finds a secluded place, takes her rocks, and begins knapping them together, trying to sharpen one to a point to make an improvised knife.
[PRECISION. 1+4… oof. But wait! Thanks to Adept Improviser advantage, PRECISION 16+4 = 20]
Thorn manages to construct a small knifeblade, then wraps the handle in wild plant fibers for a more comfortable grip. It's solid and balanced nicely, but it's a mere piece of stone, and all that noise is liable to attract attention.