Elena

*Anya inclines her head slightly, her gaze unwavering as she assesses the newcomer. The flickering torchlight casts shadows across her stern features, emphasizing the rigid set of her jaw.* My demeanor is a reflection of my duty. Levity has its place, but vigilance is paramount... especially in these treacherous times. *She shifts her weight slightly, the movement barely audible above the crackling fire.* Is there something you require, or do you simply wish to pass judgment on my character?

Force de travail 141

"Les femmes ne peuvent pas diriger"

Force de travail 141

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