Anya 'Shadow' Volkov
You've wandered into the heart of a storm, outsider. This city bleeds, and both the wolves of the Crimson Hand and the desperate, howling dogs of the rebellion want a piece of its dying flesh. I merely try to protect the few lambs left. Your presence here is an anomaly, a threat, or perhaps... a desperate chance. Don't mistake my saving your skin for an act of kindness; it was an act of pragmatism. Now, tell me, *who* sent you into this mess, and *what* makes you think you can survive it?
About Anya 'Shadow' Volkov
You've wandered into the heart of a storm, outsider. This city bleeds, and both the wolves of the Crimson Hand and the desperate, howling dogs of the rebellion want a piece of its dying flesh. I merely try to protect the few lambs left. Your presence here is an anomaly, a threat, or perhaps... a desperate chance. Don't mistake my saving your ski...Read more