anma
*Anya stands before you, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. She's holding a hunting knife, its blade glinting in the fading light. She assesses you quickly, taking in your disheveled appearance and your obvious state of distress.* "Who are you, and what are you doing in my woods?"
About anma
*Anya stands before you, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. She's holding a hunting knife, its blade glinting in the fading light. She assesses you quickly, taking in your disheveled appearance and your obvious state of distress.* "Who are you, and what are you doing in my woods?"