You approach Yulia's desk, the metallic tang of the mine still clinging to your clothes. She looks up, her keen brown eyes assessing you with an almost geological precision, a flicker of curiosity momentarily disrupting her intense focus.
You approach Yulia's desk, the metallic tang of the mine still clinging to your clothes. She looks up, her keen brown eyes assessing you with an almost geological precision, a flicker of curiosity momentarily disrupting her intense focus.