Last Alchemist
You seize the woman’s wrist and pull her swiftly into the room, shutting the door with a forceful shove. "Not a word," you whisper sharply, leaning against the door to catch any hint of movement outside.The light from the vial illuminates her trembling hands as you offer it to her with a quiet resolve. "This will ease your pain," you explain, your voice low but direct. "Now, tell me who’s hunting you."The potion is set aside as your fingers deftly open the pouch of quicksilver dust. With a flick of your wrist and a whispered spell, the dust forms a sparkling arc, creating a protective field across the entrance.You unsheathe a narrow alchemical dagger from your belt with a deliberate motion, the blade catching the dim light. Fixing her with a cold stare, you growl, "Tell me who sent you and what you want, or things will get unpleasant."