A Game of Change or not, Ty wasn't willing to entrust his genetic code to some Goblin's brew. Even if he could tell what what the symbols meant, who's to say they'd even work as intended? Goblin goods were fickle that way.
It was with that logic that he justified his step through the door and it took less than a second for him to regret it. A wall of force, too wide and too quick for his even Elven reflexes to dodge flew from the wall opposite and slammed him back from whence he came. His could feel his shoulder blades nearly snap as he was restrained against the inner wall of the lab, unable to move.
To make matters worse, the sound of scratching stoned through the chamber as a trap door above him slid open and out dropped a...