You enter the dimly-lit laboratory at the end of the hall. As your eyes adjust, you become aware of how many Felo inhabit the lab. A few mill around, and those that aren't are curled up in a row of housing units that seem reserved for them. A scuffed post-it note lies on the ground: once, it may have been legible, but with gnawed-on edges, all you can make out are the words "not" and "disturb". You ignore the warning and peek further, towards the shuffling and trills emanating from deeper in the lab. A free-roaming Lanuga's pointed growl finally convinces you to call your adventure to a close.