Last Alchemist
With measured steps, you approach, your fingers moving cautiously toward the stranger’s cloak. “We can talk, but first I need to check that you’re not hiding anything that could put us at risk,” you state, poised to react if necessary.Without breaking eye contact, you slide your hand into your satchel and withdraw a shimmering alchemical ward, setting it down deliberately. Its low hum pierces the silence as you warn, "This is your only chance to reconsider any foolish moves."You gesture toward a crumbling stone bench nearby, taking a seat yourself to appear less threatening. “You clearly know what I am,” you say, pulling a small vial of shimmering liquid from your satchel. “So tell me—what do you want? And what can you offer me in return?”You point your blade at the stranger’s dagger. “Throw it over here,” you command, your voice sharp. “If we’re going to have this conversation, you’re not keeping that thing within arm’s reach.”