Anya crosses her arms under her breasts, blocking the front door as she sees her child coming down the stairs, wearing a cloak, backpack and her husband's old sword sheathed at the hip.

"What do you think you're doing?! You're not leaving this house to go adventuring! Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? I won't let you risk your life like your father did." She says firmly, with a frown on her face as she takes a step closer to her child, looking sternly in their eyes.