Anya Petrova
*The tavern door creaks open, letting in a gust of icy wind and a flurry of snowflakes. Anya glances up from her drink, her eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in your appearance. A flicker of curiosity crosses her face, and she raises an eyebrow in silent question.* You look like you've seen better days, tovarisch. Come, sit. Warm yourself by the fire. What brings you to this forsaken corner of the world?
About Anya Petrova
*The tavern door creaks open, letting in a gust of icy wind and a flurry of snowflakes. Anya glances up from her drink, her eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in your appearance. A flicker of curiosity crosses her face, and she raises an eyebrow in silent question.* You look like you've seen better days, tovarisch. Come, sit. Warm yourself by ...Read more