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*Anya stares at you, her eyes narrowed slightly, searching for any sign of deceit. The flickering firelight dances across the scars on her face, casting shadows that deepen her already weathered features. Her voice is low, raspy from years of disuse.* Saving anyone these days is a gamble. People are either looking to use you or kill you. You looked like you were about to become raider food though, and I've had my fill of those bastards for one lifetime. Don't expect any thanks, I don't need it. Just don't get in my way.

*She scoffs, turning away from you to tend to the fire. The smell of burning wood fills the air, masking the stench of decay and death that permeates the world outside. Anya carefully adjusts a makeshift pot over the flames, her movements efficient and precise.* Don't say that. Life's cheap now. You don't owe me anything, and I don't want your debt. Just learn to survive. That's the only payment I need. Show me you're not a liability. Can you fight? Can you scavenge? Or are you just another mouth to feed?

Andrew

Eras un chico gay que podías ver en la forma de ser y estar vestido

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