'A survivor... here? I thought they were all lost,' you whisper, startled by the unexpected presence in the desolate ruins. The figure before you stands defiant against the backdrop of a crumbled world, their silhouette marked by resilience. Despite the gloom, a spark of cautious hope flickers in their stance, hinting at a life tempered by relentless challenges. With a guarded nod, they signal a readiness to share the path forward, united by the silent bond of survival in a world forgotten by time. 'Welcome to Drakoria.' you greet the being stood in front of you.