At the end of the sterile white hallway, a black door catches your eye. Curiously, you walk over and try it - it opens easily. The room is dimly lit. The walls are lined with shelves crammed full of trinkets and papers are scattered across the floor. A person sits at a raised desk at the other end of the room, scribbling away furiously at some work you can't make out. They don't seem to notice you. A low growl resonates through the space, and you spot a huge Arda Vosto laying at the scientist's feet. You get the message, hastily backing up and closing the door behind you.