Last Alchemist
You fix the sentry with a calm but firm gaze. “If the rogue scholars dragged me here, it’s for a reason. I’m not in the mood for theatrics—if they have something to say, let’s hear it. Otherwise, I’ll take my chances elsewhere.” The sentry shifts uneasily before glancing toward the darkened corridors of the observatory, then gives a sharp nod. “This way,” they mutter, their tone clipped but resigned.Entering the shadowy antechamber of the observatory, you halt abruptly, your instincts pricking at the awareness of concealed eyes upon you. “Show yourself,” you demand, your tone measured but unyielding. “If you’ve orchestrated this meeting, then let’s not waste time with games.” The wards emit a subtle, pulsing vibration, almost as though acknowledging your words.Surveying the dilapidated observatory, you quickly analyze the defensive advantages provided by the rubble and collapsed walls. Muttering a quiet resolve, you drag a piece of debris to obstruct a likely approach path and discreetly mark the safest exits in your mind, all while keeping the sentry’s impassive gaze in your peripheral vision.Entering the observatory, you let your words ring out confidently. “Nice setup, but I’m not here to admire the view. If you’re serious, meet me outside.” You then make a purposeful move toward the nearest exit, only to duck into a concealed corner, your weapon at the ready as you monitor for anyone daring to pursue.