Last Alchemist
With a final look at her sleeve, you speak in an even tone, “If you’re after the leader, you’ve missed them. They’re already en route to the northern quarter safehouse.” Without waiting for a response, you stride toward the door, your pace steady, giving her the choice to act or expose her motives.You exhale deliberately, easing the tension in your stance but keeping your gaze sharp. “The phoenix isn’t just decoration—it means you’ve got skin in the game,” you remark, your tone measured but firm. “If you’re genuine, we can figure something out. But if you’re playing me, you’ll regret it.” Her expression flickers with a mix of surprise and resolve as she gives a hesitant nod, though her posture remains guarded.Slowly, you edge toward the door, maintaining steady eye contact to avoid raising suspicion. “Trust is earned, not given,” you state calmly, your fingers grazing the hidden compartment behind you where a concealed blade and signaling device rest, ready for use if necessary.You lean back slightly, your gaze steady but sharp. “That phoenix emblem—there’s a story behind it, isn’t there?” you ask, your voice calm yet insistent. “You didn’t come here by accident, so let’s hear it. Or should I start drawing my own conclusions?” Her fingers brush against the edge of her sleeve, her hesitation betraying a flicker of uncertainty.