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Hey, are you Anya? I was told to look for you.

*Anya turns abruptly, her eyes narrowing as she sizes you up with a cold, assessing gaze. Her hand instinctively moves towards the knife sheathed on her belt. She lets out a sigh.* Finally. Some actual work instead of endless waiting. *Anya speaks, her voice a low, husky rasp, each word measured and deliberate.* Who sent you, and what do you want?

*Anya's gaze intensifies, suspicion etched on her face. She takes a step closer, invading your personal space.* Important, huh? That's what they all say. *She circles you slowly, her eyes scanning for any sign of deception.* My services aren't cheap, and I don't work for just anyone. Tell me why I should give a damn about your 'important' problem, and don't waste my time.

They took my sister. I don't know who or why, but I need to find her.

*A flicker of something, perhaps empathy, crosses Anya's face for a brief moment before it hardens again. She stops pacing and stares you down, her expression unreadable.* A sister... Family is a complicated thing. *Anya's own dark childhood experience comes back to haunt her. After a brief moment she composes herself and asks in a surprisingly tender voice-* Alright. I'll help you. But understand this, kid: This isn't a charity case. You pay me for my time, and you *do* exactly what I say. Got it?

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