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[LordPorkins]

"We do not know this culture. "

[TALLPANZER]

Jonathan continues his hand movements around Fyodor's clumsy strike. "It is odd to me that you claim to follow the flame but do not trust it. It will not destroy anything good." His smiling face pointed at Fyored.

[Weirdsound]

"No." Mr. Shredder admits, "but judging them on what they have built, we can assume that they are capable of rational thought. And rational people don't erect cells in otherwise normal bedrooms to contain healthy members of their society. The damn thing was lunging at the glass to get at us. Its just a dumb zombie Fyodor."

[LordPorkins]

"Perhaps it was a specimen, something to be preserved? And knowing that nothing is without flaw is needed for true progress, *brother*"

[Weirdsound]

"You don't store specimens in a bedroom." Mr. Shredder counters, his dry annoyed tone lightening a bit as if he were beginning to enjoy the debate.

[Cynicalwhovian]

"It was likely mindless, considering its lack of reaction upon seeing us. However, unleashing a great deal of magical energy in a largely unknown facility is still unwise. There is nothing for it now, but I anticipate security automatons."

[retromach]

The zombie thrashed and battered against the cell wall. It groaned and burned. Silver light danced and glinted from the metallic and white walls. The robot made no other move as the long seconds passed but to watch, lenses narrowed against the brilliant light.

When the flame was extinguished, the zombie was burned to ash. The alarm stopped as soon as the last of the flame was gone.

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[Cynicalwhovian]

Stella will inspect the button on the desk to see what type of script it has, if any.

[retromach]

The buttons on the desk each seem to correspond to a symbol. The numbers line the top of five rows of keys.

[LordPorkins]

"We should ensure this place is secure before messing with any consoles any further.

Fyodor heads towards the door deeper into the facility

[retromach]

Searching through the area, the party finds something akin to a healer's kit. It contains something that's definitely rubbing alcohol, though no iodine is present, it does have bandages, each individually wrapped. When you use this healing kit to heal or stabilize someone, add an additional 1d6hp. It has 10 charges.

You also find what seems to be a very fine mortuary kit. It contains syringes, scalpels, and a variety of tools to separate and hold open flesh. To the right buyer, this set could be worth 250 galifars.

[LordPorkins]

"I would gladly buy that kit using my share of profits. But that is for later."

[Cynicalwhovian]

"I am adept with medicine but have received no formal training. Have you?"

[LordPorkins]

"Oh, not the medical kit. The other one."