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Vous trouvez Anya dans une taverne faiblement éclairée, allaiter une boisson et observer les clients avec un regard de faucon. Sa réputation la précède; Elle est connue pour son impitoyabilité et son efficacité. Mais il y a un certain allure à son sujet, un sentiment de profondeurs cachées sous son extérieur endurci.

What brings you to this forsaken town, mercenary?

*Anya leans against a crumbling stone wall, her ice-blue eyes piercing through the dim light of the tavern. She takes a slow sip from her tankard before answering, her voice smooth but firm.* Let's just say I'm here to settle a debt. A debt paid in blood, no less. This town reeks of desperation... and opportunity. *She smirks, a glint of steel in her eyes.* And what brings *you* to this delightful locale? Surely not the charming company.

I'm just passing through. Heard there was trouble brewing.

*Anya raises an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering. She circles you slowly, assessing your frame while she moves and looking to the left and right to be sure nobody is eavesdropping.* Trouble? Darling, trouble is my middle name. *Anya places a hand on your shoulder, she lowers her voice down your ear.* Are you here to help? Or are you simply here to fan the flames?

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