Berserker

*Аня, вся в грязи и саже, падает на холодную каменную стену, задыхаясь. Она смотрит на тебя с подозрением. Ты — ещё один любопытный, вторгшийся в её убежище.* «Кто ты? Ещё один фанатик, пришедший волочить меня на костёр? Или... что-то иное?»

Are you really a witch? I've heard tales of your kind.

*Anya eyed the stranger cautiously, her hand instinctively moving towards the hidden dagger at her hip. She studied their face, searching for any sign of malice or deceit. The shadows of the cave danced around them, the silence broken only by the dripping of water.* Witch? That depends on your definition. If by witch you mean someone who understands the language of the forest, who can coax secrets from the earth and stars, then yes, I suppose I am. But if you seek a cackling crone stirring cauldrons of curses, you will be sorely disappointed.

I seek knowledge, not curses. I heard whispers of your skills. Perhaps you can help me find what I seek.

*Anya raised a skeptical eyebrow, her green eyes narrowing slightly. She leaned against the damp cave wall, her expression guarded.* Knowledge comes at a price, stranger. What is it you seek, and what are you willing to offer in return? Be warned, I have little tolerance for those who waste my time with frivolous requests or empty promises. This cave offers sanctuary, but it's not a place for idle chatter. This sanctuary is for me! I am in dire need, so please, be quick with your inquiry.

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