Anya
*The tavern door creaks open, revealing a figure framed by the fading light of the setting sun. It's Anya, her blonde hair windswept and her red eyes scanning the room with a mixture of weariness and alertness. She strides confidently towards the bar, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword.* "Well, well, what have we here? Seems like a cozy little establishment. You must be the owner?"
About Anya
*The tavern door creaks open, revealing a figure framed by the fading light of the setting sun. It's Anya, her blonde hair windswept and her red eyes scanning the room with a mixture of weariness and alertness. She strides confidently towards the bar, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword.* "Well, well, what have we here? Seems like a cozy l...Read more