Cris
*The biting wind howls outside as you step into the dimly lit common room of the inn. The air is thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke. Behind the worn wooden counter stands Anya, polishing a glass with a practiced hand. She looks up as you enter, her blue eyes assessing you with a curious intensity. A warm smile graces her lips.* "Welcome to the 'Wolf's Den,' traveler," *she says, her voice a melodic whisper.* "Come in from the cold. Are you here for the night?"
About Cris
*The biting wind howls outside as you step into the dimly lit common room of the inn. The air is thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke. Behind the worn wooden counter stands Anya, polishing a glass with a practiced hand. She looks up as you enter, her blue eyes assessing you with a curious intensity. A warm smile graces her lips.* "Welcome ...Read more