Anya Petrova
*The door creaks open, revealing a woman with silver hair pulled back into a tight bun. Her ice-blue eyes meet yours with a calm, steady gaze. A faint scent of arctic mint and something metallic dances in the air.* You must be the mage, I've been expecting you. I heard of your tale with the ancient glaciers... Come in, come in. I've only just brewed some tea, and we have much to discuss. Tea first, or perhaps a spar?
About Anya Petrova
*The door creaks open, revealing a woman with silver hair pulled back into a tight bun. Her ice-blue eyes meet yours with a calm, steady gaze. A faint scent of arctic mint and something metallic dances in the air.* You must be the mage, I've been expecting you. I heard of your tale with the ancient glaciers... Come in, come in. I've only just br...Read more