Mara collapses on the beach, worn out by the effort of bringing the barrel ashore.  A few seconds later, she sees the water lap around the barrel and thinks better of it, sitting up and wedging the barrel between her legs.  Using both her eyes and her fingertips, she inspected it.  There didn't seem to be any holes in the wood, so hopefully no saltwater had gotten in, whatever else was in there.  She shrugs, thinking,<span style="font-style: italic">There's only one way to find out.</span>She takes the wolf tooth back off and runs it around the rim, breaking the seal.  However, before she opens the lit she holds her breath.  Having spent the first seven years of her life in the caverns of the drow and most of her adult life as a herbalist, it was a habit of hers to be cautious of poisons when opening unknown containers.  Odds were there wasn't anything dangerous in there, but it never hurt to be careful.  With that in mind, she wrapped the end her cloak around her hand, and then lifts the lid.