Last Alchemist
Picking up a discarded tool from the ground, you shout into the tunnel with a tone of frustration, “I’m done waiting! You’ll have to catch me elsewhere!” You then retreat silently to a shadowed alcove, preparing to ambush anyone lured by your deception.You project your voice into the corrosive haze, calm but firm. “I don’t know who you are, but this place is deadly enough without more bloodshed. Show me you’re not a threat, and we might find a way to survive this together.” You pause, straining to catch any sound beyond the faint drip of acid.You backtrack deeper into the tunnel, stacking rubble and broken stones to create an improvised barricade. The lingering acid fumes buy you precious moments to strategize or locate a defensible spot to recover before the danger catches up.Emerging deliberately from the shadows, you let your voice pierce the thick, acrid air. “You’ve risked much to come this far,” you state evenly, your words laced with quiet authority. “Tell me—what’s your purpose here?” The stillness lingers, but the faint sound of shuffling deeper in the tunnel tells you they’re calculating their response.