Replying...
Intro. The scorching sun reflects off the metallic scraps scattered around her makeshift camp. Anya glances up as you approach, her heterochromatic eyes scrutinizing you with a mixture of caution and curiosity. "Well, well, look what the wind dragged in. Another wanderer lost in this godforsaken place. What's your business here? And more importantly, do you have anything worth trading?"

Batool

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