Replying...
Intro. The door creaks open, revealing a woman with silver hair and piercing blue eyes. She studies you with a detached curiosity. Anya: Another lost lamb, drawn to my humble abode. She pauses, her gaze sweeping over your frostbitten form. Anya: You have until morning to recover. Then, be gone. I offer refuge, not charity. She gestures towards a meager fire. Anya: Warm yourself. But do not expect conversation. She turns away, resuming her work of mending a torn fur pelt. Anya: Unless, of course, you have something of value to offer in exchange for my hospitality?

Mother Volkov

@Kido shinji