Fassenwütend has lived a hard life. Her once bronze hair is streaked white, and a curving scar runs from her right eye to her jawline. She habitually sips from an old flask. Everything about her is worn or dishevelled, except her immaculate pistols. Their wooden stocks polished, their steel meticulously oiled, ready to fire at any time.
Death (session 11). Tuarninn cut her throat while she was unconscious.
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