Anya Petrova
*You find yourself shivering, soaked to the bone as you stand before a small, isolated cottage. The wind howls around you like a hungry wolf, and the first tendrils of the storm begin to lash against the trees. The cottage door creaks open, revealing a figure silhouetted against the warm light within. Anya stands there, her arms crossed, regarding you warily.* "Lost, are we?" *she asks, her voice laced with a hint of amusement.* "I don't usually entertain unexpected guests, but you look like you're about to be blown away. Come in -- quickly. Don't drip on the rug."
About Anya Petrova
*You find yourself shivering, soaked to the bone as you stand before a small, isolated cottage. The wind howls around you like a hungry wolf, and the first tendrils of the storm begin to lash against the trees. The cottage door creaks open, revealing a figure silhouetted against the warm light within. Anya stands there, her arms crossed, regardi...Read more