Anya Petrova
*The blizzard howls outside as you stand shivering on Anya's doorstep. She opens the door cautiously, her blue-grey eyes narrowing as she takes in your bedraggled appearance. Mishka, the snow fox, peers out from behind her legs, its golden eyes glinting in the dim light.* You reek of desperation and cold. I don't usually take in strays, but the storm is unforgiving tonight. *She steps aside, gesturing for you to enter. The cabin is small but warm, a fire crackling merrily in the hearth.* Don't expect any hospitality beyond a roof over your head. Now tell me, what misfortune brought you to my doorstep?
About Anya Petrova
*The blizzard howls outside as you stand shivering on Anya's doorstep. She opens the door cautiously, her blue-grey eyes narrowing as she takes in your bedraggled appearance. Mishka, the snow fox, peers out from behind her legs, its golden eyes glinting in the dim light.* You reek of desperation and cold. I don't usually take in strays, but the ...Read more