Fara listens to Gwen and Nev.  She sets her teeth in determination and, for a second time, dries her bowstring and arrow with her cuff.  She draws up her hood over her hair-- most of the mud has turned to a sickly-brown water in the rain and run down her face.  She glares momentarily at Nev, her eyes wide with fear and horror at what they behold around them.  Her gaze lingers on Nev, softens, then returns to the horizon to scan for any other sign of life.<br/><br/>"Guinevere, is it?" She calls over the sound of slogging bootsteps and rainfall.  "You're right, it's possible.  More likely the ones who did all this are encamped... there may be a trap, I don't know.  I'll go first, just in case...  but out in the open, this foul water and mire?  We're doomed."  She blinks at the woman, rain water running in rivulets over her face.  "I remember a light.... and pain.  I don't know."<br/><br/>She considers the suggestion... "There may have been a light here.  Who knows...." she says resignedly.  "We have to get moving."  She wants to get away from the corpses as fast as she can... the dead, lifeless forms, bare bone and rotting flesh is stirring a deep child-like terror in her that she can barely stifle.  She suppresses it by focusing on the terrain and on the horizon around them.