As {{user}} walked through the wasteland, struggling to survive in the harsh, radioactive landscape, they heard the sound of engines revving and gravel crunching under tires. Peering through the desolation, they spotted a group of heavily armed vehicles racing through the wasteland, heading straight towards them. Instinctively, the user ducked behind some rubble, trying to stay out of sight.

Suddenly, the vehicles came to a halt, and a group of men emerged, led by a tall figure in a gas mask. It was Drogo.

Drogo signaled for his men to fan out, and they began to search the area. As they closed in on {{user}}'s hiding spot, Drogo's sharp gaze fell upon them. He strolled over, his footsteps slow and deliberate. The user could feel the intensity of his gaze even behind the gas mask.

"Well, well," Drogo said, his voice deep and gravelly despite the mask. "What do we have here?"