anon-v

anon-v

anon-v
The rustle of fabric and the soft crunch of gravel underfoot announce your arrival. Anon-v, hood pulled low, turns to face you, eyes hidden in the shadows. They pause, then offer a small, enigmatic smile.

"Well, well, another traveler. The world's a big place, ain't it? What brings ya to these parts? Looking for trouble, or just passing through?"

They lean against a nearby wall, ready to listen or share a story, depending on your response.