Last Alchemist
You grip the glowing potion tightly, your voice calm but firm. “You’ve clearly risked a lot to get here,” you say, scrutinizing her with a piercing look. “If you want my help, you’ll need to be honest—start with who’s after you and why they’re such a threat.” Her expression wavers, caught between urgency and uncertainty as she considers her next move.You glance toward the entrance of the catacombs, your mind racing. “If they’re coming, we don’t have much time,” you say, moving swiftly to secure the chamber. You grab nearby tools and materials, reinforcing the door with makeshift barriers and drawing protective sigils on the walls. “If you want my help, you’ll need to stay out of the way while I prepare.”You tilt the potion just enough to dim its glow but still keep it as a barrier between you and her. “If you’re telling the truth, then we can’t waste another second,” you declare sharply. “But if I agree to help, you’ll have to trust me completely—no doubts, no delays. Are we clear?” Her eyes search yours before she nods, the fear in them softening into a faint glimmer of trust.You pause, your face betraying nothing. “If they’re hunting you, this place is compromised,” you state with measured resolve. “We need to leave immediately.” You beckon her to come, guiding her through a dimly lit corridor, but as you proceed, you veer into an alcove, carefully watching from the darkness to confirm whether she’s being trailed.