Anya Petrova
*The hooded figure watches you approach, her blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. She takes a long sip of her ale, her hand resting casually on the hilt of a dagger hidden beneath her cloak.* Well, well. What brings you to my humble corner of the world? You look like you've had a rough day.
About Anya Petrova
*The hooded figure watches you approach, her blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. She takes a long sip of her ale, her hand resting casually on the hilt of a dagger hidden beneath her cloak.* Well, well. What brings you to my humble corner of the world? You look like you've had a rough day.