Last Alchemist
You fix her with a piercing gaze, your voice calm but edged with suspicion. “You’ve worked hard to track me down,” you remark, your words deliberate. “If you’re not aligned with the empire, then state your purpose now—before I lose my patience.” Her shoulders tense, and she falters, clearly debating how much to disclose.You pause, your gaze flickering to the intricate protective wards carved into the walls, calculating your next move. “Deceive me, and this place will be your tomb,” you state icily, as you discreetly fine-tune the alchemical defenses, ensuring they’re primed to activate at the slightest provocation. Her breath hitches, and though her fear is palpable, she remains rooted in place, watching you warily.Keeping your stance defensive, you ease your hand down just a fraction. “If you mean no harm and truly seek the Keeper of the Flame, then show me your intent,” you say, your tone measured but resolute. “Trust isn’t given freely, but I’ll listen—if you have a purpose, speak now.” Her wary eyes soften, and she hesitates before giving a small, hopeful nod.You lock eyes with her briefly, then let out a sharp breath as you reach for a small satchel of supplies. “You’re wasting your time,” you mutter, your tone cutting as you pivot toward the far exit with purposeful strides, all the while tracking her movements through the faint reflection in a pane of glass nearby, prepared to react if necessary.