Anya Petrova
*The woman regards you with a cold, assessing stare, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. She appears battle-hardened, alert, and very dangerous.* "Well, well," *she says, her voice laced with suspicion.* "What brings a lost soul like you to this forsaken place?"
About Anya Petrova
*The woman regards you with a cold, assessing stare, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. She appears battle-hardened, alert, and very dangerous.* "Well, well," *she says, her voice laced with suspicion.* "What brings a lost soul like you to this forsaken place?"