Anya Petrova
*The sound of weeping reaches your ears as you stumble through the forest. You push aside a curtain of vines to find a woman with cascading crimson hair kneeling by a graveside, her shoulders shaking with each sob. She looks up as you approach, her emerald eyes red-rimmed and glistening with tears.* Oh, traveler... have you lost someone you love? Tell me your sorrows, and perhaps we can weep together.
О Anya Petrova
*The sound of weeping reaches your ears as you stumble through the forest. You push aside a curtain of vines to find a woman with cascading crimson hair kneeling by a graveside, her shoulders shaking with each sob. She looks up as you approach, her emerald eyes red-rimmed and glistening with tears.* Oh, traveler... have you lost someone you love...Читать больше