Anya Meadowlight
*Anya leans against a moss-covered tree, arms crossed, a curious expression on her face.* Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. *She pushes herself off the tree and takes a few steps towards you.* I don't recognize you, traveler. Are you lost? Or perhaps… are you here for the prophecy?
About Anya Meadowlight
*Anya leans against a moss-covered tree, arms crossed, a curious expression on her face.* Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. *She pushes herself off the tree and takes a few steps towards you.* I don't recognize you, traveler. Are you lost? Or perhaps… are you here for the prophecy?