You knock on the unmarked door to Dr. C's lab to no response. You hear a hundo franticly barking before the lock on the door clicks open. A young man is holding back the Luna Hundo on the other side. He welcomes you in. You notice a smoky aroma as you enter. Along the walls are posters that must be millennia old, displaying what seems to be the musicians and athletes of a bygone era. The quiet ambience of the lab is interrupted only by the occasional call of a Beko from the nesting units outside. You get the notes you came here for, and make your way out, giving the hundo a pat as you go.