Last Alchemist
You hold your ground, your tone measured but firm. “You’ve got the wrong person,” you state, nodding toward the trail behind you. “They went that way not long ago.” The soldier hesitates, his gaze shifting momentarily toward the path, his stance faltering just enough for you to ready yourself to maneuver if needed.You exhale slowly, softening your stance but keeping your focus sharp. “I’m not here to fight you,” you say calmly, locking eyes with the soldier. “Maybe we’re after the same goal. But if you’re set on using that sword, make sure you’re prepared to face the consequences.” The soldier falters, uncertainty creeping into his determined facade.You adjust your posture to obscure the satchel more effectively, all while discreetly surveying your surroundings for an exit. The soldier’s gaze falters momentarily as a loud commotion erupts near the barracks, presenting a potential opening to either evade him quietly or set the stage for a calculated encounter.You take a slow step forward, keeping your hands visible and your tone calm but firm. “You’ve stopped me for a reason,” you say, tilting your head slightly. “But before you draw that sword, perhaps you’d like to explain why.” The soldier’s grip tightens on the hilt, his eyes narrowing as he glances again at your satchel. “What are you carrying?” he demands, his voice steady but edged with suspicion.