Last Alchemist
Your hand darts out, snatching the vial from Kael before it can be withdrawn, and you throw it to the floor, where it bursts into a harmless blue flame. “Trust must be proven, not played with,” you say sharply, watching their face for any hint of regret or resolve.Moving closer, you fix them with an unyielding stare, your voice cutting through the tension. "Decide now—drink, or disappear," you command, your hand subtly poised near the smoke bomb tucked away in your bag.Taking the vial from Kael’s grip, you drink deeply, the shimmering liquid leaving a strange warmth in its wake. "I’ve proven it’s safe—your move," you state, observing their expression intently.Without drawing attention, you shift your hand behind your back and swiftly sketch an intricate alchemical sigil, summoning a protective ward around you. As the energy pulses faintly, you lock eyes and say, "If you refuse, then you'll need to earn my trust through another act."