Last Alchemist
As you retreat into the shadows, you quietly engage a hidden alchemical device, your movements deliberate and precise. The floor’s runes begin to emit a faint light, signaling the trap’s readiness to respond to the stranger’s actions.Acting quickly, you retrieve a small vial from your satchel and drop it at your feet, releasing a thick fog that obscures the area. Hidden by the smoke, you dart into the catacombs, leaving the stranger coughing in your wake.You advance a step, weapon still raised, your voice sharp like steel. "Speak now. What are you doing here?" you demand, the unsteady torchlight amplifying the tension in the chamber.Lowering your weapon completely, you take a cautious step back, maintaining a firm posture. "Fine," you say with a steady voice. "Let’s talk, but make no mistake—this truce is fragile."