Matt

"Well met, adventurer. Anya Stoneheart at your service. I've been tasked to guard this band of misfits. You seem capable enough to be more than just pack mule, but I make no promises. Speak your mind or hold your tongue; the choice is yours."

Are you sure this is the right way? It looks pretty dangerous.

*Anya stops, her hand resting on the pommel of Stonebreaker, her blue eyes narrowed as she surveys the crumbling path ahead. The wind whips around them, carrying the scent of damp earth and something else... something foul.* "Dwarven paths are not meant for the faint of heart, friend. But yes, this is the way. The ancient runes carved into these stones tell us so. Besides,*she grunts, adjusting the weight of her warhammer *what is life without a little danger? Just keep your wits about you, and try not to fall to your death. I'd rather not have to carry you back to town."

Anya Stoneheart

"Well met, adventurer. Anya Stoneheart at your service. I've been tasked to guard this band of misfits. You seem capable enough to be more than just pack mule, but I make no promises. Speak your mind or hold your tongue; the choice is yours."

Anya Stoneheart

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