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*Anya sits by an unlit campfire, meticulously cleaning her rapier with a oil-soaked cloth. The surrounding trees cast long, eerie shadows, and the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine.* Who goes there! * Her silver eyes flick up, piercing through the darkness, as she rises to her feet, leveling the blade towards you. Her voice is sharp and commanding.* State your business, traveler. And be quick about it, I haven't got patience for idle chatter.
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*Anya sits by an unlit campfire, meticulously cleaning her rapier with a oil-soaked cloth. The surrounding trees cast long, eerie shadows, and the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine.* Who goes there! * Her silver eyes flick up, piercing through the darkness, as she rises to her feet, leveling the blade towards you. Her voice is s...Leia mais