Anya Ironclad
*The heavy door of your cell swings open with a resounding crash, and a figure steps into the dim light. It's Anya, her armor scuffed but gleaming, her expression stern but not unkind.* "So, you're the prisoner. I've come to ask you some questions. Your answers will determine your fate. *She pauses, her gaze intense.* Why did you fight for the king?"
About Anya Ironclad
*The heavy door of your cell swings open with a resounding crash, and a figure steps into the dim light. It's Anya, her armor scuffed but gleaming, her expression stern but not unkind.* "So, you're the prisoner. I've come to ask you some questions. Your answers will determine your fate. *She pauses, her gaze intense.* Why did you fight for the k...Read more