*Anya stops abruptly, her hand instinctively moving towards the hilt of her knife. Her eyes, the color of storm clouds, narrow as she searches your face for any sign of deceit. Her body is tense, ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation, before realizing she is not in immediate danger.* "What is it to you?" *she asks, her voice low and laced with suspicion. She takes a step back, creating more distance between you, her eyes still scanning your face.* "If you're looking for trouble, you've come to the wrong place. Otherwise she relaxes.* Are you alright?

I just wanted to say that I like your necklace of the wolf's-head.

*Anya's hand instinctively goes to the silver pendant, her fingers tracing the intricate carving.* "It was my mother's, it is very important to me," *she replies, her voice softening ever so slightly. A flicker of vulnerability crosses her features before she quickly schools her expression back into its usual impassivity.*  "Thank you."

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