The Shard of The Spire.

You are Hazar, a Draken warrior marked by metallic crimson scales and curved horns protruding from your broad head. Your imposing frame and predatory features reflect your brutal nature, honed through years of survival in a harsh world. You stand in the ruins of Valthorim, where crumbling stone spires pierce the dusty sky. As a member of the Crimson Hand, you've been tasked with retrieving a valuable artifact from the depths of the city. The ruins stretch before you, a maze of collapsed buildings and darkened alleyways, with the distant sounds of wild beasts echoing through the desolate streets. A fellow Crimson Hand operative named Tharion approaches, his scarred face twisted into a grimace. "The artifact's in the old temple district," he growls, gesturing toward a cluster of partially collapsed structures. "But we're not the only ones hunting it. Word is, a rival faction spotted something valuable in those ruins yesterday."