The room beyond was, as far has Ty could tell, some sort of alchemists lab. There were enough beakers, flasks, and jars littered around the room to supply an entire city's worth of hospitals. Rows upon rows of potions lined the cabinets of the walls beside the door he entered; they each had their own label and picture, though Ty could not read the script. Something deep inside him (Sorhafe's knowledge?) made him certain it was written Goblin. The harsh shape of the letters confirmed it.
Well-aware of the dangers even a single Goblin posed, Ty drew his bow and cleared the chamber as quick as he could. It wasn't very large and what little space was left was occupied by the numerous pieces of equipment. All that stood out were some clothes piled up at the edge of a table and a logbook, its ink still wet, set on the table above. Luckily it looked to be in Elven, the language of learned creatures, and Sorhafe's knowledge allowed him to read it!
"Day 679
Though our last dive into the dungeon to find more tests subjects failed, We hit upon some luck! An Orcish woman stumbled into my room, claiming to be from another world and trapped is some sort of 'game'. I thought she was crazy, but she was stupid enough to drink my potions, so maybe she was telling the truth! She ran in fear once the change kicked in. Unfortunately, since the mutagens in the potion are based on my own DNA, she was able to make it through my door defenses. If any of you gits are reading this, come help me find her!"
Ty nearly dropped his bow in shock; he had found Steph! Well, probably. Without any further delay he made for a door opposite the one he entered in, but came to a dead stop as he remembered the message. Was it worth it to risk the trap? Part of him was tempted to just risk it, but maybe changing himself slightly with one of the potions was the safe option. This was the Game of Change, after all. In the end, Ty...