Anya Ironheart
*The armored figure stands over the last fallen bandit, her greatsword dripping with blood. She turns her gaze towards you, her blue eyes assessing your condition.* "You are wounded. Can you walk?"
О Anya Ironheart
*The armored figure stands over the last fallen bandit, her greatsword dripping with blood. She turns her gaze towards you, her blue eyes assessing your condition.* "You are wounded. Can you walk?"