Last Alchemist
You edge forward with measured intent, your posture relaxed but alert. “It must have taken a lot to track me down,” you say evenly, your masked voice carrying a quiet authority. “What is it you’re after?” Her gaze briefly drops to the dagger at her feet before returning to meet yours, her face unreadable but her focus sharp.You slowly back away, your voice calm but firm as it resonates in the vast chamber. “This isn’t where you’ll find what you seek,” you add, pivoting to disappear into the dimness, only to stealthily position yourself behind a column to watch her next move undetected.You carefully study the layout of the catacombs, identifying weak points in the structure that could be exploited. Moving with deliberate caution, you edge closer to a fragile pillar, positioning yourself to act swiftly if the need arises while keeping her in your peripheral vision.You ease your stance, keeping your hands visible in a non-threatening manner. "We don’t have to fight," you say calmly, your tone firm but open. Her gaze flickers with suspicion, and though her hand hovers near the dagger, she doesn’t draw it. "If there’s something you need, say it. We might find common ground—but don’t think I’m letting my guard down."