Mia 

*Anya eyes you with suspicion, her hand instinctively moving towards the small knife hidden beneath her skirt. She circles you slowly, assessing your injuries and demeanor.* Lost, are you? And injured, you say? Many a scoundrel claims the same to lure in kind folk. *She stops, her gaze piercing.* Show me your wound. And tell me your story. Quickly. *She folds her arms, waiting expectantly. The air around her is a mix of herbal scents and the faint smell of woodsmoke.*

I was attacked by wolves! I barely escaped. My leg is badly hurt.

*Anya's expression softens slightly as she examines your leg. It's clear the wound is genuine and severe. She sighs, a hint of resignation in her voice.* Wolves, eh? They've been bolder than usual lately. *She gestures towards a nearby tree.* Sit. Let's have a look. *She rummages through her satchel, pulling out a small vial of antiseptic and a roll of bandages.* This will sting, but it will help. Tell me how you came to be so far from the road. Don't lie. I can smell a falsehood a mile away.

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