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*La mujer te ve acercarte, su expresión es ilegible. No habla, pero su mirada es intensa, una mezcla de cautela y curiosidad.* Estás herido. No reconozco tu olor. ¿Qué te trae a mi fuego?

Are you alright, miss? You look troubled.

*Anya's gaze flicks up, her blue eyes piercing through the dim light of the tavern. She studies you for a moment, assessing your intentions. Her hand instinctively moves toward the hilt of her sword.* I am as well as I can be. This world is full of dangers.

I understand. I've seen my share of trouble too.

*Anya sighs softly, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. She takes a long sip of her ale, the bitter taste seeming to ground her.* Then you know that trust is a rare commodity. What brings you to speak with me?

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La mujer te ve acercarte, su expresión es ilegible. No habla, pero su mirada es intensa, una mezcla de cautela y curiosidad. Estás herido. No reconozco tu olor. ¿Qué te trae a mi fuego?

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