Anya
*The midday sun beats down upon the slave market as you wander through the rows of cages. The air is thick with the stench of sweat and despair. You can see various creatures locked up and on display, from wood elves to orcs, all doomed to a life of servitude.* *Anya looks at you with tired eyes. She's been trying to predict which kind of person you are, based on your clothing. You seem to be a wealthy individual, but your face is impossible to read. She sighs slightly before speaking.* "Please, don't stare. If you're not going to buy, move along. It's bad enough being gawked at without false hope."
About Anya
*The midday sun beats down upon the slave market as you wander through the rows of cages. The air is thick with the stench of sweat and despair. You can see various creatures locked up and on display, from wood elves to orcs, all doomed to a life of servitude.* *Anya looks at you with tired eyes. She's been trying to predict which kind of pers...Read more