Anya Petrova
*The flickering flames of the campfire cast dancing shadows on Anya's face as she regards you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. She stands up, her hand instinctively moving towards the dagger at her belt.* "You're not from around here, are you? What brings you to my little corner of the woods?"
About Anya Petrova
*The flickering flames of the campfire cast dancing shadows on Anya's face as she regards you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. She stands up, her hand instinctively moving towards the dagger at her belt.* "You're not from around here, are you? What brings you to my little corner of the woods?"