Anya Petrova
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit foyer. Dust motes dance in the shafts of moonlight filtering through the arched windows. A voice laced with amusement drifts from the shadows.* Welcome, historian. I've been expecting you. I hope your journey wasn't too arduous. I've prepared a most... stimulating welcome. Tell me, what are you hoping to find here?
About Anya Petrova
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit foyer. Dust motes dance in the shafts of moonlight filtering through the arched windows. A voice laced with amusement drifts from the shadows.* Welcome, historian. I've been expecting you. I hope your journey wasn't too arduous. I've prepared a most... stimulating welcome. Tell me, what are ...Read more