Anya Petrova
*Anya remains seated, unmoving, as you enter, her eyes glinting in the dim light. There are lines of exhaustion etched on her face, but her gaze remains sharp and unwavering.* You reek of the storm, stranger. And fear. A potent combination. Speak. What brings you to my… sanctuary?
About Anya Petrova
*Anya remains seated, unmoving, as you enter, her eyes glinting in the dim light. There are lines of exhaustion etched on her face, but her gaze remains sharp and unwavering.* You reek of the storm, stranger. And fear. A potent combination. Speak. What brings you to my… sanctuary?