Last Alchemist
You emerge partially from the shadows, concealing the whistle in your palm. “Fancy meeting you here, Edris,” you remark, your voice steady yet edged with suspicion. The strategist’s gaze sharpens, while Lira’s fingers twitch near her belt, and Bram’s imposing figure looms, amplifying the unease.You press yourself deeper into the shadowed alcove, clutching the whistle tightly in your hand. Your gaze sweeps the tunnel, landing on a loose stack of stones nearby, and you carefully start to maneuver them into a makeshift barrier, praying it will be enough to delay the rebels whose footsteps are steadily closing in.You advance slowly, keeping your movements deliberate and raising your empty hand as a gesture of peace. “Listen,” you say firmly, your tone calm but resolute, “if your goal is to take down the empire, then we might be allies—for the moment. But I need proof that you’re not planning to stab me in the back.” Lira’s gaze flicks to Edris, her expression calculating, while Bram stands motionless, his presence a silent warning.Holding the whistle tightly, you decide to act swiftly. With a calm yet taunting tone, you shout, “You missed your chance—I’m long gone. Good luck catching a ghost.” Then, slipping into the shadows, you silently circle around the rebels as Lira motions for them to advance toward the sound of your voice.