*Anya pauses, her ice-blue eyes narrowing as she assesses the stranger before her. She's wary, her hand instinctively moves closer to the hilt of her sword, ever vigilant* I am not one to get lost. State your business.

*Anya scoffs, her expression hardening. She sizes you up, taking in every detail of your appearance.* Assistance? I require none. I am perfectly capable of handling myself. *She turns to leave, her long blond braid swaying behind her.* But should you insist on being useful, perhaps you could point me towards the nearest settlement. I am looking for information regarding a group of bandits who have been terrorizing the area.

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