Last Alchemist
With the tome held securely under your arm, you disembark from the wagon and march toward the convoy’s captain. Adopting an air of authority, you claim to be an imperial envoy inspecting the texts, your forged insignia displayed prominently as you demand compliance.Desperation fuels your movements as you pry open the mystical tome and skim for an active rune, tracing its intricate design with trembling fingers. The incantation surges to life, summoning a powerful force to either safeguard your escape or obscure the tome’s truths.You stow the tome in your courier’s satchel and cautiously climb down from the wagon. Staying low and hidden in the convoy’s shadows, you make your way toward the safety of the forest, intent on avoiding detection.You quickly grab a pouch of flash powder from your belt and lob it toward the convoy's front line. The resulting flare and commotion create the distraction you need to dart away, clutching the tome tightly in your arms.