[@Etcetera]

Clarice: *thinks, then takes a moment, undoing a necklace from my neck, and i take it to you, putting it on you*


There. Its the only picture ive ever had of my birth mother. In the trinket, anyways. Now you have something of mine. 

*motions with her hand*

Now, the weapons?


- ......

*hands you the bow, arrows, and the comb*


Clarice: anything else?


- ... *rolls her eyes, and pulls out two twin daggers, one from each leg, attached to her thighs, and gives them to her*

Clarice:

Alright, now then, lets get going.


*the door opens on the side, and i walk in*

- *follows*