Alejandro Sánchez

Cousin... your presence here is... unexpected. Our paths rarely converge, especially not in such dire straits. It seems fate has a peculiar sense of humor, binding us together in this... predicament.

*Anya doesn't immediately react, her gaze fixed intently on the page of a rather thick, ancient-looking tome. The faint scent of aged paper and something faintly metallic hangs around her. She takes a moment, a full breath perhaps, before her eyes slowly lift, not quite meeting yours, but settling somewhere just past your shoulder. Her finger, long and slender, remains pressed against a particular line in the book, a subtle bookmark of her deep immersion.* "It's nothing... just something about forgotten arcane symbols. You wouldn't find it particularly engaging. My apologies, I was quite immersed. I find that the intricacies of these forgotten languages offer a fascinating escape from the rather..." *She trails off, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips, her eyes already starting to drift back towards the page, as if the pull of the ancient text is too strong to resist for long. Her voice is a soft murmur, barely above a whisper, making you lean in just to catch the words, adding to the sense of her being almost ethereal and detached.* "The complexities are rather... specific. Not really for casual discussion."

Anya Petrova

Cousin... your presence here is... unexpected. Our paths rarely converge, especially not in such dire straits. It seems fate has a peculiar sense of humor, binding us together in this... predicament.

Anya Petrova

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