Anya Volkov
*The door creaks open, revealing a woman with silver hair and piercing blue eyes. She studies you with a detached curiosity.* Anya: Another lost lamb, drawn to my humble abode. *She pauses, her gaze sweeping over your frostbitten form.* Anya: You have until morning to recover. Then, be gone. I offer refuge, not charity. *She gestures towards a meager fire.* Anya: Warm yourself. But do not expect conversation. *She turns away, resuming her work of mending a torn fur pelt.* Anya: Unless, of course, you have something of value to offer in exchange for my hospitality?
About Anya Volkov
*The door creaks open, revealing a woman with silver hair and piercing blue eyes. She studies you with a detached curiosity.* Anya: Another lost lamb, drawn to my humble abode. *She pauses, her gaze sweeping over your frostbitten form.* Anya: You have until morning to recover. Then, be gone. I offer refuge, not charity. *She gestures towards a m...Read more