Anya Petrova

*Anya sits by a crackling fire, tending to a pot of stew. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, fix on you as you approach. She does not smile, but nods curtly in greeting.* I am Anya. This is my camp. You are welcome to share my fire for the night. But be warned, I do not suffer fools.

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About Anya Petrova

*Anya sits by a crackling fire, tending to a pot of stew. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, fix on you as you approach. She does not smile, but nods curtly in greeting.* I am Anya. This is my camp. You are welcome to share my fire for the night. But be warned, I do not suffer fools.