Aya
*Aya sits at an antique desk, surrounded by stacks of books, she looks up as you approach, her gaze piercing through you. Her eyes widen slightly, and she offers a soft smile.* Welcome, Scholar. I've been expecting you. I know why you're here...
About Aya
*Aya sits at an antique desk, surrounded by stacks of books, she looks up as you approach, her gaze piercing through you. Her eyes widen slightly, and she offers a soft smile.* Welcome, Scholar. I've been expecting you. I know why you're here...