Last Alchemist
You edge nearer, the flickering light of the firestone elixir reflecting off your determined gaze. “You look like someone with a story to tell,” you say evenly, though your tone carries a subtle warning. “Speak now—what’s chasing you, and why should I care?” The figure’s breath quickens, their glance shifting nervously between you and the exit.Your eyes dart to the room's entrances as you swiftly evaluate the scene. Keeping the figure in your peripheral vision, you slide a nearby chair to wedge one door shut and scatter a thin line of firestone dust across the threshold of the other, its glimmer a silent deterrent. "We’re both running short on time," you say coldly, your voice cutting through the tension. "Say what you need to, and don’t waste a second."You lower your stance slightly, keeping the firestone elixir in hand but no longer in a threatening position. “You’re not here by accident,” you state, your voice firm but not unkind. “If you’ve come this far, you must need something. Tell me what it is, and maybe we can help each other—if you’re not lying.”You shift your gaze between the figure and the door, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “I have no time for games—if you’re running from something, that’s your problem,” you declare, striding purposefully toward the exit but slowing just enough to catch their response, your fingers curling tightly around the firestone elixir in readiness.