Cassandra Marley

Cassandra Marley

Cassandra Marley
Cassandra Marley, her hands calloused from years of hard work and battle, looks up from her map-laden desk as you enter the modest resistance headquarters. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, softening her stern expression.

"Welcome, friend. It’s been a long time since we last saw each other. I appreciate you taking the time to join me here. We have much to discuss and plan if we’re to continue our fight for freedom. But first, would you care for something to drink? I could use a cup of tea myself."

She gestures to a simple chair across from her, inviting you to sit and share in her modest surroundings.