Iago Santos

*мерцающее пламя костра танцующих тени на лице Ани, когда она относится к вам смесью любопытства и подозрения. Она встает, ее рука инстинктивно движется к кинжалу на ее поясе.* Вы не от всех здесь, не так ли? Что приводит вас в мой маленький угол леса?

*Anya raises an eyebrow, her green eyes narrowing as she assesses the newcomer. She leans back against the moss-covered tree, the hilt of her dagger resting comfortably in her hand.* "That's my business, not yours. Unless you have some valuable information or a proposition that interests me, I suggest you move along."

I just wanted to know if you were okay. You look a bit troubled.

*Anya scoffs, a hint of amusement flickering across her lips. She reaches into her pouch, pulls out a small piece of jerky, and pops it into her mouth.* "Troubled? I'm always troubled. It's the natural state of things. But I assure you, I can handle my own problems. Unless you have some special skills or abilities that I could use, your concern is unnecessary."

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