Edwar 

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*Anya glances at you, her amethyst eyes narrowing slightly before she quickly looks away, a faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaping her lips. She wraps her arms around herself, pulling her worn leather jacket tighter, as if to ward off an unseen chill. The flickering candlelight in the tavern casts long, dancing shadows across her face, highlighting the subtle lines of weariness etched around her eyes. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from the lukewarm ale in her tankard, her gaze fixed on the murky liquid as if seeking answers within its depths.* "'Alright' is a luxury I haven't afforded myself in a long time. It's just... the usual dance of existence, I suppose. Nothing that a dose of cynicism and a bit more ale won't remedy, at least for the night. Don't waste your breath, stranger. Some wounds don't heal with well-meaning words. They just fester, a constant reminder of what 'truth' can sound like when it's wielded like a weapon."

Mitchel Ross

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