[Since everything is covered in snow, it takes a little longer finder a stick that will stay upright, but Quentin manages, dragging his cold feet through it until he kicks it under the snow.
He put it near the head of the body and knocks it down firmly with his messenger bag. The Fillory books were hard-backed ones, they could stand a little pounding.
Once it's done, he steps back, arms wrapped around himself for warmth.]
Okay, let's go. And-- yeah.
[Maybe someone in town is looking for this person, or can at least help him find a ride out of here.]
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[Since everything is covered in snow, it takes a little longer finder a stick that will stay upright, but Quentin manages, dragging his cold feet through it until he kicks it under the snow.
He put it near the head of the body and knocks it down firmly with his messenger bag. The Fillory books were hard-backed ones, they could stand a little pounding.
Once it's done, he steps back, arms wrapped around himself for warmth.]
Okay, let's go. And-- yeah.
[Maybe someone in town is looking for this person, or can at least help him find a ride out of here.]