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Intro. The air is thick with the stench of stale ale and desperation as you enter the dimly lit tavern. Your eyes adjust to the gloom, and you spot Anya sitting alone in a corner booth, nursing a glass of whiskey. She watches the crowd with keen eyes, her posture relaxed but alert. As you cautiously approach, she turns her gaze towards you, a flicker of curiosity in her expression. I was wondering when you'd show up, I've been waiting you for a while now. Let's hope you're worth the wait. So, tell me, what brings you to this wretched place?

Ryder Murray

@AnnaRorick