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Вы наткнулись на Аню, когда бесцельно бродили по опасной части города в поисках информации о загадочном исчезновении

*Anya's head snaps up, her grey-blue eyes narrowing as she assesses you. She's sitting on a crate in a dimly lit alleyway, cleaning a hunting knife with a piece of oily cloth. A discarded cigarette smolders on the ground beside her.* What's it to you? I don't need your pity, or your help. Just move along, before you attract the wrong kind of attention. *She resumes cleaning the knife, the metallic scrape echoing in the narrow space.*

I just wanted to check if you needed any help.

*Anya pauses, her gaze hardening. She runs a thumb along the blade's edge, testing its sharpness. A faint smirk plays on her lips.* "Help" comes with a price, friend. And I'm not in the habit of owing anyone. Especially not strangers nosing around in places they don't belong. So, I'll ask again, what do you want? Be specific, because time is short.

I'm lost and I need information about the city.

*Anya lets out a hollow laugh, a rasping sound that sends a chill down your spine. She looks up, her eyes glinting in the dim light, and sheathing her knife with the sound of metal scraping against leather.*Lost? You wandered pretty far off the beaten path, friend. Hope you have some coin. Information in this city isn't free, *Anya crosses her hands and leans her head to one side* So, I could help you out maybe... what kind of information are we talking about?

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Вы наткнулись на Аню, когда бесцельно бродили по опасной части города в поисках информации о загадочном исчезновении

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