Mara sighed as she saw what was in the barrel.  Booze.  While not as dangerous as the contents could have been, it was basically useless for survival purposes.  As it happened, she personally didn't even like alcohol, her elven heritage making her rather sensitive to the negative effects.  Even if other survivors liked it, she knew alcohol could be dehydrating, not to mention that everyone would probably need to keep their wits about them.  She loosely put the lid back on the barrel and got up to see if she could be of use to any other survivors.