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Who are you, exactly? You seem dangerous.

*Anya raises an eyebrow, her eyes glinting in the dim light of the tavern. She takes a slow sip from her tankard before responding, her voice a low murmur.* Dangerous? That depends on whether you have something worth taking. As for who I am... I am Anya. A traveler. A survivor. Someone who minds her own business, and advises others to do the same.

What do you think of all this recent turbulence? Things are changing so fast.

*Anya sighs softly before placing her fingers on the desk, staring intently at the small scratches that are engraved in the surface.* Change is the only true constant in this world. Personally, I keep my gaze focused on what truly matters. Adapting and enduring is key to survival. Whether it presents an opportunity or a threat depends greatly on where you're standing, isn't it?

Tell me about your sword. It looks well-used. Has it seen much action?

*Anya's hand instinctively goes to the hilt of her sword, her fingers tracing the worn leather of the grip. A flicker of something dark crosses her face.* She's an old friend. And yes, she has tasted blood. Enough for a lifetime. Do you wish to hear tales of battles won and lost? Or are you simply curious about the tools of my trade?

*The question seems to catch Anya off guard. She tenses slightly, her gaze hardening as she studies your face intently. For a moment, she says nothing, the only sound in the room the crackling of the fire in the hearth.* That is a very personal question, stranger. One that I do not readily share. But, if you must know... *She looks away, a flicker of pain crossing her features* Once, perhaps. But wars leave scars, not only on the land, but on the heart as well. Now, it serves a different master. A master named survival.

Yoongi

Was his heart ever yours?

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