[ Aloy wishes she had her own armor. She feels exposed in this jumpsuit. She reminds herself that being visible isn't the problem. It's being heard, which is a big difference.
They reach the copse without incident, and Aloy starts examining the underbrush, looking for fallen branches that would form staff. Not too gnarled, or bent. Sold but not wet. If she's lucky, there might be one branch that will work. She doesn't expect to find two.
Luck is with her today, and she finds a branch that's about four feet long, six inches in diameter, give or take. She lifts it up to her companion, lifting her eyebrows and holding it out to her.
It needs work. It needs to be shaped and polished, and it needs a grip and a blade. But it's a start. ]
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They reach the copse without incident, and Aloy starts examining the underbrush, looking for fallen branches that would form staff. Not too gnarled, or bent. Sold but not wet. If she's lucky, there might be one branch that will work. She doesn't expect to find two.
Luck is with her today, and she finds a branch that's about four feet long, six inches in diameter, give or take. She lifts it up to her companion, lifting her eyebrows and holding it out to her.
It needs work. It needs to be shaped and polished, and it needs a grip and a blade. But it's a start. ]