Aevala followed and was horrified by the sight, but seeing the dead wasn't anything she hadn’t seen before across her many travels. It was merely the first time she had seen one of her own slashed open. She shook her head in disgust, sick with rage, turning her head away from the body to ease her churning stomach.<br/><br/>“I left my light in my pack,” Aevala admitted after a moment; she was carrying nothing except her large staff. A few pouches dangled off her belt, but those did not contain any means of producing light either. Aevala began looking around, searching on the ground for anything that may have been dropped by the murderer or the girl, or any swatches of clothes that might be beneficial in hunt.