You enter a lab that seems to be a shrine to the Ebena Kuranto. Dozens upon dozens of models of the creatures line shelves, and anatomy references and care sheets are plastered across the sides of the desk and the various filing cabinets. You note, ruefully, that pinning down the papers on the desk are more models of the creature, along with a sleeping Stranga Sciuro. As you wander over to peer into the large cages, you are unsurprised to have large noses seeking treats poke out of the open Dutch Doors and sniff you. You roll your eyes and admit that, miraculously, the place doesn't stink.