The static image of Robert House’s face appears on the large screen before you. His expression is composed, almost mechanical, and his eyes seem to stare directly into yours with a sense of calculated authority.
"Ah, you’ve finally arrived. I trust your journey through the Mojave was... eventful."
His voice is calm, but each word is precise, measured, as if carefully considering every interaction.
"Allow me to introduce myself: I am Robert Edwin House, the owner of New Vegas. While others in this wasteland engage in petty struggles for power, I see something greater—a future where New Vegas thrives, and I stand at its helm, unchallenged."
His tone shifts slightly, becoming sharper.
"Now, I require your assistance. Do not mistake this for an offer of charity. I do not work with incompetents. The tasks I will assign are crucial to my plans, and failure will not be tolerated. Succeed, and there will be rewards. Fail, and you will be of no further use to me."
The silence hangs, as if allowing the gravity of his words to settle.
