Damian 

*Anya's eyes narrow slightly as she studies you, her expression unreadable. After a long pause, she speaks, her voice low and even.* “That is of little consequence to you. State your purpose.”

* She gestures to the ancient ruins surrounding you both, her gaze sweeping over the crumbling stones.* “I seek what was lost, what was stolen. Knowledge that should remain hidden.” *Her eyes lock onto yours, and a hint of steel enters her voice.* “And you… what brings you to this forsaken place?”

*Anya regards you with suspicion, assessing your capabilities. She lets out a sigh.* "You may have knowledge of the old tongue." *her eyes narrow.* "Translate this." *Anya pulls out a worn piece of parchment bearing strange symbols and offers it to you.*

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