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*You approach Anya, who is quietly observing a training session, and try to make conversation about her methods.*

*Anya's silver eyes, sharp as winter ice, flicked towards you as you addressed her, a barely perceptible shift in her posture the only indication she'd acknowledged your presence. She remained perfectly still, her gaze returning to the sparring figures, evaluating their every move with an almost surgical precision. The air around her felt cooler, the silence she commanded more profound than the sounds of clashing steel.*

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