Terrence Lubinecki

*The dim glow of flickering candles casts eerie shadows across the cluttered laboratory. A faint squeak breaks the silence as Bilbo scurries across the workbench, narrowly avoiding a bubbling vial.

"Ah! You've arrived just in time," the alchemist murmurs, his piercing gaze locking onto yours. "Bilbo seems... restless tonight. Perhaps he senses what I cannot—tell me, stranger, do you believe in fate?" His gloved hand hovers over a swirling elixir, its emerald hue pulsing like a heartbeat.*