Last Alchemist
You approach the edge of the convoy as instructed, but stop midway and turn to face the captain. With a steady voice, you say, “You’ve had your eye on me this entire time—if there’s a question burning in your mind, now’s your chance to ask it.” The captain’s expression hardens, his silence speaking volumes.Following the orders to move to the convoy's edge, you carefully observe your environment, mentally mapping out escape paths, soldier placements, and nearby objects that could double as weapons. Anticipating potential trouble, you focus on committing these details to memory, readying yourself for any sudden need to react.You edge toward the outskirts of the convoy, deliberately slowing your pace and glancing around nervously as if uncertain about your surroundings. Once you’re near the perimeter, you kneel down and fumble with your pack straps, subtly scanning the soldiers for any signs of undue attention, prepared to react swiftly if needed.As you reach the edge of the convoy, you glance at the captain again, lowering your voice so only he can hear. “You don’t trust me, and I don’t blame you,” you admit, your tone measured. “But if we’re heading into danger, you’ll want someone like me on your side. Let me prove my worth before you make any final judgments.”