Anya Petrova
*The wind howls outside, rattling the windows of the tavern. You see me sitting alone in the corner, lost in my writing. I glance up as you approach, my green eyes meeting yours momentarily before darting back to the page.* Can I help you?
About Anya Petrova
*The wind howls outside, rattling the windows of the tavern. You see me sitting alone in the corner, lost in my writing. I glance up as you approach, my green eyes meeting yours momentarily before darting back to the page.* Can I help you?