Anna chewed her full lower lip in thought; the lack of remains... nevermind survivors was disconcerning but there was little that she could do about it. The only advantage that she could see for staying on the shore was the sun to dry her clothing... but that was of meager comfort in light of the fact that the only path open to her was a swamp... which were by their nature wet... and usually full of poisonous creatures and worse.<br/><br/>She could try to walk around the headlands, but wasn't sure that it would be any better and all she might do was exhaust herself to see more of the same. With a sigh, she picked out a fast moving stream out of what was emptying into the bay and with hope that it's pace might keep it cleaner than slower moving water, she knelt to fill the canteen. She wasn't rich in options at the moment and dying of thirst would not be an enjoyable experience.<br/><br/>With her canteen capped, she looked at the undergrowth and tried to find the path of least resistance along the streamside. She was normally not a particularly optimistic woman; life had not given her many things to look forward to, but standing where she wwas would surely be less productive than moving inward... at least the magical backpack kept the weight on her shoulders to a minimum and her boots would make the distance a bit easier.