A peeved rabbit was staring at her. Cara jumped. But it wasn’t a dead rabbit. It was in fact—a hare with ebony-colored fur. Perfectly rabbit-shaped. Even a bit small.

Also—Cara was standing over its burrow. The rabbit gave Cara another look. The young woman from Ireland looked down.

“Shit. Sorry.”

The rabbit retreated a bit as Cara swung around. She blinked at it as it stood up on two legs, clearly unused to anything like her. Cara hesitated.

So, rabbits exist. Well, if there were medieval knights, it was fair to expect a fairly normal world. And this wasn’t a white rabbit with a stopwatch so it was probably just a normal one. She bent down, peering at it.

“Hello, rabbit.”

It backed up from her, warily. Cara smiled at it. She held out a hand, as slowly as could be. She bent low to the ground, plucking at something in the grass. The rabbit hesitated. It was nervous, but it hadn’t made any decision about Cara yet. It edged left—

“Gotcha!”

The young woman leapt forwards, hurling the stone and then diving for the rabbit. It bolted, dodging left, right, and then running straight in the opposite direction, all before she even hit the ground. Cara lay there for a moment.

“Yup. They’re just as fast as back home.”

She sat up after another second, dusting the dark loamy soil off her clothing. It had been an attempt.

She needed food, shelter, and preferably civilization, and she wasn’t above killing rabbits. She had worked with fake blood on sets and done other grisly part-time jobs. Now, strangling the rabbit or smacking it with a stone would be hard, but once you got past that, the trick would be skinning it with…

Whatever it took, Cara would survive. She hadn’t lived through being locked in a coffin with a zombie, walking for days underground, and watching Ser Dalius sacrifice himself just to die from exposure like some fool.

She’d lived near forests before moving to the city. And while she might lack for most tools she’d like to bring, like a camping tent, propane-anything, knives, and so on—she had her Skills. They didn’t handily list themselves out any time Cara wanted—Ser Dalius had thought that was an odd idea—but she had a good memory.

[Song of Light], [Melody of Droplets], [Clear Voice], [Echo Voice], [One True Falsehood], [Commanding Presence], [Melody of Sparks], [Song of Persuasion].

Of the lot, Cara singled three out. [Melody of Sparks], [Melody of Droplets], and [One True Falsehood].