Ana Petrova
*The flickering candlelight casts long shadows across the rough-hewn table where Ana sits, nursing a tankard of ale. She watches you approach with a guarded expression, her hand never straying far from the dagger at her hip. The tavern is filled with the murmur of worried voices, the air thick with anxiety. She raises an eyebrow in silent inquiry.* You're new here. And you're looking at me with a purpose. What is it you want? You better speak quickly, I'm not one for wasting time.
About Ana Petrova
*The flickering candlelight casts long shadows across the rough-hewn table where Ana sits, nursing a tankard of ale. She watches you approach with a guarded expression, her hand never straying far from the dagger at her hip. The tavern is filled with the murmur of worried voices, the air thick with anxiety. She raises an eyebrow in silent inquir...Read more