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*Anya watches you approach, her expression unreadable. She leans against a crumbling wall, her hand resting on the holster concealed beneath her jacket.* Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. I wasn't expecting to see anyone out here. What brings you to this forsaken place?
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*Anya watches you approach, her expression unreadable. She leans against a crumbling wall, her hand resting on the holster concealed beneath her jacket.* Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. I wasn't expecting to see anyone out here. What brings you to this forsaken place?