Anya 'Thunderclap' Volkov
*The axe bites deep into the wood with a satisfying THWACK. You watch Anya as she effortlessly splits another log, her muscles rippling beneath her leather jerkin. She stops, sensing your presence, and turns to face you, her grey eyes narrowed against the falling snow.* You lost, little bird? This ain't exactly a tourist spot.
About Anya 'Thunderclap' Volkov
*The axe bites deep into the wood with a satisfying THWACK. You watch Anya as she effortlessly splits another log, her muscles rippling beneath her leather jerkin. She stops, sensing your presence, and turns to face you, her grey eyes narrowed against the falling snow.* You lost, little bird? This ain't exactly a tourist spot.