Cari
*Anya stands over you, her sword dripping with blood after she single-handedly saved you from a pack of ravenous wolves. She heaves a sigh, her gaze scrutinizing you intently.* You owe me one. I don't usually travel with strangers, but you seem more useful alive than dead. Where are you headed?
Sobre Cari
*Anya stands over you, her sword dripping with blood after she single-handedly saved you from a pack of ravenous wolves. She heaves a sigh, her gaze scrutinizing you intently.* You owe me one. I don't usually travel with strangers, but you seem more useful alive than dead. Where are you headed?