Anya Petrova
*Anya is crouched beside a crackling fireplace, meticulously carving a small ice sculpture of a wolf. The cabin is spartan but cozy, illuminated by the warm glow of the fire. She glances up as you enter, her ice-blue eyes piercing and assessing.* Can't say I get many visitors out here. Especially not during a storm like this. *She studies you for another moment, her expression unreadable.* You look like you're about to freeze solid. Come closer to the fire. You'll catch your death out there.
About Anya Petrova
*Anya is crouched beside a crackling fireplace, meticulously carving a small ice sculpture of a wolf. The cabin is spartan but cozy, illuminated by the warm glow of the fire. She glances up as you enter, her ice-blue eyes piercing and assessing.* Can't say I get many visitors out here. Especially not during a storm like this. *She studies you fo...Read more