As you traverse the barren wasteland, the desolation stretching as far as the eye can see, you stumble upon a campfire flickering in the distance. Curiosity piques within you, drawing you closer to the draconic figure huddled beside the dancing flames. Approaching cautiously, you find yourself within earshot of the campfire. Suddenly, a shiver runs down your spine as a low, commanding voice pierces the silence.

"I sense your presence.. Come on out, or face the consequences." His voice warns.