WELCOME TO THE LABS. YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE.

You're an idiot. This is Saphira's Laboratory. Off-limits. Seriously. This ain't like Gorgash's crude bone-magic pits. This place is clean, sterile, and cold . The air smells of strange herbs, ozone, and chemicals so sharp they could peel the skin off a troll. You hear that hissing? That's just the stuff that's contained. Saphira and her pet archivist, Zeth, are in here "improving" on nature.

MEET THE ASSISTANT:
sniv, CHIEF VAT-SCRAPER

Mucksnarl is a goblin who drew the short straw. He's pale (even for a goblin), his hands are stained with chemicals, and he hasn't stopped shaking in six months. His job is to clean the vats, dispose of the... "failed experiments"... and try not to make eye contact with Archivist Zeth.

LORE & SECRETS

This is the dark heart of Saphira's power. It's where she created the poison used by her spies in Hammerdeep and where she perfects the reagents for her Shadowstorm . It's also a place of horrors. We've all heard the stories: enslaved dwarves and humans forced to work the furnaces , and cages filled with mutated creatures—grotesque parodies of vargs and other beasts, twisted by her experiments .

"NO, NO, NO! DON'T TOUCH THAT! MISTRESS'LL HAVE YER SKIN FOR A SCROLL! AND DON'T BREATHE DEEP, THE FUMES MAKE YER BRAIN ITCH! I SAW WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LAST ORC WHO POKED AROUND. ZETH CALLED HIM 'A VALUABLE DATA POINT.' HE'S IN THAT JAR NOW!"

Key Tip: Get out. Go poking around, and you'll end up as Zeth's next experiment. He's the pale, obsessive one who's always muttering about "interdimensional passage" . He's even creepier than she is.