Lulu

*Anya glances up, her blue eyes piercing through the swirling snow. She sizes you up quickly, her hand instinctively moving towards the bow slung across her back.* I am not. What business is it of yours? *She replies cautiously, her voice a low murmur, barely audible above the wind. She seems hesitant, unsure whether you're a threat or simply curious.*

I just wanted to offer some help. You look like you've been traveling for days.

*Anya's expression softens slightly, but she remains guarded. She lowers her hand from her bow, but her eyes remain fixed on you, scrutinizing your every move.* Help? I need no help. The forest provides. *She pauses, then adds grudgingly,* But... a warm fire would not be unwelcome. If your intentions are true.

(Olhando para você com um olhar frio) O que você quer?

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