Last Alchemist
You emerge slightly from the shadows, your silhouette framed by the fading sparks of the trap, and speak with a quiet authority. "Caught you off guard, didn't I?" you say, your gaze unflinching. "Now, you're going to tell me who sent you and what you're after—or would you prefer a demonstration of what happens next?" The intruder falters, their fingers twitching near their belt as hesitation takes over.You stay concealed in the alcove, carefully observing the room for potential advantages. Noticing a precarious shelf and a cluster of unused alchemical tools, you discreetly create makeshift obstacles to slow down the intruders while they struggle to regain their bearings.You swiftly detach a compact alchemical gadget from your belt and hurl it toward the far corner, where it crashes with a sharp clang. “Deal with that on your own,” you shout mockingly, your voice cutting through the haze as you slip into the shadows, maneuvering silently to flank the intruder while their focus shifts to the distraction.You emerge slowly from the shadows, keeping your hands visible to avoid escalating the situation. “You’re injured, and time isn’t on your side,” you state with calm authority. “Let’s figure out a way to make this work for both of us before things spiral any further.” The intruder pauses, their expression hardening as they consider your proposal.