“Oh sure, go right ahead: who knows what could be hiding among the bushes and trees today. It is really sad that I am stuck with an Essence that it is not exactly meant for fighting,” Anya is in agreement with Archer’s plan while she readjusts her satchel a bit.

Maybe there is something in her Essence that would allow her to do something interesting, but she has yet to uncover it just yet besides making a thread of fine flax that could guide people around places with limits.