Lab 16D - TBD winter 514 AV
"I asked Bebe to forward all inquiries on venom to me. Please meet me in Lab 16D. I prefer discussing things face to face." - W. W.
The letter had been delivered shortly after Rayage's request for research on poisons, written in a foreign, scribbled hand. Any interaction with the busy Bebe resulted in the same: "You got your answer." Which is what led Rayage to stand outside of the laboratory's door, wrapping against it waiting for the wizard within to allow her entrance. There was the sound of something breaking, followed by a frustrated, muffled shout before footsteps could be heard and the door was opened. A withered old frame boasting a bushy beard that was wet in several places and smelled vaguely of something spicy with dark, deep set eyes and a confused blink greeted her. For a few ticks, he glanced around as if he had been expecting some one or some thing else, but finding no others, the wizard gestured she enter. "Welcome welcome, clean that up would you?"
He gestured toward a shattered flask that had spilled out a strange yellow liquid, small trails of pale fumes drifted up from it as it seemed to eat away at the stone. Shutting the door behind them, he paused, shaking his head. "Oh no no, I'll do that." He picked up another glass vessle, this one filled with a viscous green potion that he uncorked and dribbled over the mess. There was a hiss, then both liquids dissipated into the air, a hazy vapor filling the room. "Much better! Now you can clean it up." He gave her a happy, whimsical grin, a few of his teeth missing though otherwise well-maintained, before he turned back to the table to replace the potion.
The laboratory was a mess. Tables lined the walls with a row of tables in the middle, creating a small rectangle of walking space. The tables were littered with a plethora of things from glass flasks and bottles, to cages filled with various poisonous creatures (most of which looked very dead). Out of everything, the most noticeable thing within the room was a large vat that sat on the opposite end of the wall, enough space from the wall to comfortably stand at any point around it. The wizard busied himself with something, muttering about acids and venoms in an unintelligible whisper, his tattered brown robes clinging to his bony figure and bare head glinting in the d-wire light. A broom and pan sat in the corner behind the door joined with a mob, bucket, what looked like some long dead creature, and a loaf of bread.
"I asked Bebe to forward all inquiries on venom to me. Please meet me in Lab 16D. I prefer discussing things face to face." - W. W.
The letter had been delivered shortly after Rayage's request for research on poisons, written in a foreign, scribbled hand. Any interaction with the busy Bebe resulted in the same: "You got your answer." Which is what led Rayage to stand outside of the laboratory's door, wrapping against it waiting for the wizard within to allow her entrance. There was the sound of something breaking, followed by a frustrated, muffled shout before footsteps could be heard and the door was opened. A withered old frame boasting a bushy beard that was wet in several places and smelled vaguely of something spicy with dark, deep set eyes and a confused blink greeted her. For a few ticks, he glanced around as if he had been expecting some one or some thing else, but finding no others, the wizard gestured she enter. "Welcome welcome, clean that up would you?"
He gestured toward a shattered flask that had spilled out a strange yellow liquid, small trails of pale fumes drifted up from it as it seemed to eat away at the stone. Shutting the door behind them, he paused, shaking his head. "Oh no no, I'll do that." He picked up another glass vessle, this one filled with a viscous green potion that he uncorked and dribbled over the mess. There was a hiss, then both liquids dissipated into the air, a hazy vapor filling the room. "Much better! Now you can clean it up." He gave her a happy, whimsical grin, a few of his teeth missing though otherwise well-maintained, before he turned back to the table to replace the potion.
The laboratory was a mess. Tables lined the walls with a row of tables in the middle, creating a small rectangle of walking space. The tables were littered with a plethora of things from glass flasks and bottles, to cages filled with various poisonous creatures (most of which looked very dead). Out of everything, the most noticeable thing within the room was a large vat that sat on the opposite end of the wall, enough space from the wall to comfortably stand at any point around it. The wizard busied himself with something, muttering about acids and venoms in an unintelligible whisper, his tattered brown robes clinging to his bony figure and bare head glinting in the d-wire light. A broom and pan sat in the corner behind the door joined with a mob, bucket, what looked like some long dead creature, and a loaf of bread.