A dim room, smelling of bizarre and possibly unwholesome chemicals.
Some faint wisps of smoke still cling to the air and curl about as though attempting
to escape through the sealed windows. Aleister is not here at the moment, but
his ingredient list was carelessly left lying
atop a cluttered counter. Mixing vats boil and bubble
all around, and strange gases percolate through mysterious phials. A tiny glass
jar labeled Sodium has been tipped onto its
side, the contents sifting out onto the floor; an ill-fitting wooden door leads
outwards to a slightly larger room.