Last Alchemist
Reaching into your pouch without delay, you grab an alchemical sphere and hurl it to the floor, unleashing a dense, blinding smoke. While the room fills with the choking haze, you slip into the concealed passageway behind your workbench and vanish into the maze of tunnels beyond.You ease the dagger downward, your movements deliberate and controlled, while extending the glowing vial toward her. "Prove your words with this," you say, your voice low and unwavering. "But remember, there will be consequences if you lie."In a fluid movement, you secure her wrist and wrench her arm into a restraining hold, compelling her to kneel. With your blade ready, you carefully frisk her for weapons or any indication of imperial allegiance, your mind racing with suspicion.You seize a small vial of glistening liquid from the table, its label reading "Truth Serum." Raising it to eye level, you command, "Prove your honesty—take a sip. If you refuse, it tells me all I need to know." Your tone is sharp, leaving no room for argument as you fix her with an unyielding gaze.