The purple door to Fishheart's study is ajar. Through the crack you can see beams of rainbow light bouncing off of a line of capsules. You step inside to see wall to floor bookshelves and stained glass windows. A large desk sits under the windows with a towering pile of papers and sketchbooks in the corner of the room. A M. Felo watches you with narrowed eyes from across the room. Above, a small blue-gray Etarakido rustles about chirping, in one of the many hanging plants sprinkled across the ceiling.