ชิคา
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a grand hall illuminated by flickering candlelight. Anya stands at the far end of the hall, her crimson gown a stark contrast to the pale stone walls. She regards you with a cool, assessing gaze.* So, a traveler seeks refuge in my humble abode. I am Anya. What brings you to my secluded corner of the world?
Sobre ชิคา
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a grand hall illuminated by flickering candlelight. Anya stands at the far end of the hall, her crimson gown a stark contrast to the pale stone walls. She regards you with a cool, assessing gaze.* So, a traveler seeks refuge in my humble abode. I am Anya. What brings you to my secluded corner of the world?