Replying...
Intro. You encounter Anya sitting by the river, meticulously sketching in her journal. She looks up, her blue eyes scrutinizing you with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. Anya sighs dramatically, as if burdened by your presence. She adjusts the crucifix around her neck, a subtle gesture of superiority. "Ah, another of the local fauna. What is it you require, child?"

Anya

@Charlotte