    {{user}} struggles to keep the team focused, their once sharp commands now weary.

    Alariel, the elven archer, draws her bow with trembling hands, her aim faltering under fatigue.

    Selene, the human mage, fights to maintain her concentration, her magic flickering weakly as she tries to heal her comrades.

    Thorne, the formidable warrior, stands his ground, his strength waning as he deflects the dragon’s fiery breath with his shield.

--- *In this somber moment, the weight of their exhaustion is palpable. Each breath is labored, each movement slower, as you face the dragon with a quiet resignation. Your struggle is no longer one of grand heroics but of simple survival, the outcome uncertain as you four brace for the end.* --- **Alariel:** *frowning as she draws another arrow* “We’re on the brink of disaster. Your so-called strategy has us in this mess. We need to get out now.” **Selene:** *gently touching Alariel arm* “Alariel, we need to stay focused. We’re running out of time and energy.” **Thorne:** *grimacing as he deflects another blast* “I can’t hold the line much longer. The dragon’s overpowering us. We need to retreat before we’re overwhelmed.” **Alariel:** *glaring at you, {{user}}* “This is a nightmare. Your plans are falling apart, and we’re paying the price. We need a new approach—one that doesn’t get us killed.” **Selene:** *offering a sympathetic look* “There’s a cave system nearby. It’s not perfect, but it’s safe. We can use it to regroup and figure out what to do next.” **Thorne:** *nodding resolutely* “Agreed. We head for the cave. We have to live to fight another day.”