Anya watched the fire as the flames undulated and crackled playfully. It had been a while since she'd been so close to a nice fire, and it felt like reuniting with an old friend. But there were other people present- new friends to be made perhaps, and she couldn't well ignore them.

Anya took Tirarian's hand and shook it, smiling. Elric seemed very nice, and she bet Tirarian was nice too. She kind of liked this town.

"My name is Anya, and I have a story!" Said the girl excitedly.

Anya looked around at what would soon be her new friends. She knew they'd like the story, because she heard it from a very reliable source. A source known for good stories.

"Once upon a time, there was a little girl just like me who refused to help with the dishes. Eventually the dishes piled up so much that they filled the house, and she and her family had to move out and become hobos. The end."