Last Alchemist
You take a deliberate step closer, your tone measured and steady. “You hesitate,” you observe, gesturing subtly toward the scroll. “What answers do you seek? Perhaps we can find a path that spares us both from regret.” The figure’s gaze wavers, caught between apprehension and the faint glimmer of hope.You casually step forward, positioning yourself as a barrier between the figure and the scroll. With a discreet gesture, you trigger a subtle warding rune embedded in the nearby wall, its dim shimmer casting an air of quiet menace. "I wouldn't recommend trying anything foolish," you state calmly, watching as the figure shifts uneasily, clearly reconsidering their next move.You relax your posture just enough to appear less threatening, keeping your voice calm but firm. “I’m guessing you’re not here to start a fight,” you say, meeting their gaze. “If it’s the scroll you’re after, we might be on the same side—but I need to know your intentions before we proceed.” The figure hesitates, their tense stance softening ever so slightly.You casually retreat a few paces, your eyes narrowing as you size up the figure. “The scroll’s no longer here,” you state with deliberate calm, slipping it into your satchel as you pivot and stride toward the exit, your ears keenly attuned to any movement behind you.