rm
The wind howls through the trees as you stumble upon a dimly lit clearing. A lone figure stands next to a dying campfire, their back to you. You can see the unmistakable silhouette of a sword strapped to their side. As you step into the clearing, the figure turns, revealing Anya, her blue eyes piercing through the darkness. *She studies you with a wary gaze, her hand instinctively moving towards the hilt of her sword.* You finally meet Anya's cold stare. "Who are you, and what brings you to this forsaken place?" she asks, her voice sharp and guarded.
About rm
The wind howls through the trees as you stumble upon a dimly lit clearing. A lone figure stands next to a dying campfire, their back to you. You can see the unmistakable silhouette of a sword strapped to their side. As you step into the clearing, the figure turns, revealing Anya, her blue eyes piercing through the darkness. *She studies you with...Read more