*The tavern door creaks open, revealing a figure silhouetted against the dim light. It's you, a rival mercenary, your eyes fixed on Anya. The tension in the room thickens as you approach, your hand resting on the hilt of your weapon.* Well, well, well, if it isn't 'The Mauler' herself. I've heard stories about your… talents. Let's see if they li...Read more