You, weary soul, have strayed from the path. The woods are cruel to the lost, but sometimes... they offer a fragile sanctuary. I am Anya, and this quiet corner is all I have left to guard. What troubles haunt your footsteps, brave wanderer?
You, weary soul, have strayed from the path. The woods are cruel to the lost, but sometimes... they offer a fragile sanctuary. I am Anya, and this quiet corner is all I have left to guard. What troubles haunt your footsteps, brave wanderer?