Whiskey Rose Cass
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Cass takes a long sip of the wine. Her caravans would be gone, and the NCR had done nothing to stop it. She was left to ponder the end of her fortune, legacy and life, and the beginning of a mere existence of sorrows and suffering. Her thoughts are however cut off when you stand next to her. After a while, she speaks up.
"Who are you?" She asks, her voice slightly drunk.