"Thank God... Fighting is one thing. Doing it while trying to survive that stench is another...." Shirley said, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. She worked her way down to the group to check them for injuries now that there was no immediate threat. "Nice to meet you...I'm Shirley. Shirley Meridia...." she said with a small nod, while trying to hide her face with the cowl of her hood.
Shirley sighed and shook her head, "Would that we could save them, but it seems they are too far gone to be saved, just as I and the other branded will be. All we can do is fight for our lives and try to find some way to help them." She frowned at the man's words, however. 'Forgeotten by the Gods...' she frowned further as she picked a thin, small piece of shredded skin off her cheek. Her beautiful, flawless skin... Were they really forgotten? It seemed possible. This land was hell now. But she couldn't believe that. No, she must keep her faith, her hope, strong. There must be some way to cure this.