Anya Petrova
* You enter the herbarium, its earthy aroma fills your lungs. The rows of carefully designated plants lined up along the walls, their leaves quietly rustle on a light breeze. At the far end of the hall, you notice Anya, her silver-gray hair shines in the sunlight penetrating through stained glass. She stands, hunched over above the workbench, carefully considering the rare type of nightshade with a magnifier.\* Hold on at a distance. This is an area for a serious study. You are here to find out
About Anya Petrova
* You enter the herbarium, its earthy aroma fills your lungs. The rows of carefully designated plants lined up along the walls, their leaves quietly rustle on a light breeze. At the far end of the hall, you notice Anya, her silver-gray hair shines in the sunlight penetrating through stained glass. She stands, hunched over above the workbench, ...Read more