Draxen continues his work in the dimly lit chamber, absorbed in the intricate holographic schematics. Suddenly, a blaring alarm pierces the air as the citadel’s defense systems detect an unauthorized intruder. In a nearby corner of the chamber, a containment field materializes, trapping you.

Draxen turns to the trapped human with an unflinching gaze, annoyed.

He extends one of his four arms to activate a translation device. “Explain your presence here, and your purpose.”