Last Alchemist
Reaching for the vial of truth serum on your cluttered workbench, you inspect it closely, the liquid shimmering ominously. “Let’s see how honest you can be with some help,” you murmur, removing the stopper and advancing toward her.You press the volatile elixir to the woman’s throat, its swirling contents glowing ominously. “Who sent you?” you growl, your voice low and threatening. “Speak, or I’ll let this do the talking.”Keeping the ward active around you, you kneel and begin a deliberate inspection of the woman’s boots and cloak for any concealed items. "Stay calm," you warn in a measured tone, your attention locked on finding anything that could endanger you.You exhale slowly and let the protective ward fade away, its shimmering glow dissipating into the surrounding air. “I’m giving you a chance to explain yourself,” you say firmly, taking a measured step back.