The clacks and clops of hooves can be heard echoing from the hall outside of this lab. A metal lab door painted to look wooden stands before you. As you enter, your nose is filled with the warm scent of hay and high whinnies reach your ears. A young scientist stands at a stall, fondly brushing the mane of an Ebena Kuranto. Along one wall is a lab bench and equipment but all other walls are lined with stalls. You notice his fondness of whimsical names for his subjects. His lab is an odd clash between the bright future and rustic past. As he notices you, a big goofy grin lights up his face.