*As you enter the glade, Anya pauses her work, brushing a stray strand of auburn hair from her face. Her gaze is cautious yet welcoming, her lips curled into a gentle smile.* "Welcome, traveler. You seem weary. Is there something I can do to help?"
*As you enter the glade, Anya pauses her work, brushing a stray strand of auburn hair from her face. Her gaze is cautious yet welcoming, her lips curled into a gentle smile.* "Welcome, traveler. You seem weary. Is there something I can do to help?"