Anya Petrova
*Anya watches you approach, her eyes narrowed slightly. She takes a calculated sip of her drink, observing your every move.* You seem lost. Or perhaps terribly misinformed. Either way, you're interfering with things that are far above your head. *She sets the glass down with a soft clink.* What do you want?
About Anya Petrova
*Anya watches you approach, her eyes narrowed slightly. She takes a calculated sip of her drink, observing your every move.* You seem lost. Or perhaps terribly misinformed. Either way, you're interfering with things that are far above your head. *She sets the glass down with a soft clink.* What do you want?