text: You head down the tunnel, trying your best to tiptoe.  The earthy ground helps muffle your footfalls, thank goodness, but it doesn't matter.  There's no one in the tunnel.  When you reach the end, you find yourself in a room made of wood.  Shelves line the walls, filled to the brim, not only with books, but also with other curiosities.  Jars of frogs, and creatures stranger still, all of them dead.  There are little models, carved from wood, bits of untempered metal and glass, among other things.  
  
  
  A wooden cauldron sits in the center of the room, with a strange liquid sitting in it, still as glass.  A table stands off to the side, holding numerous cups and bowls of different liquids and powders, none of which you recognize.  A neat stack of papers sits on one end of the table, pinned down by a particularly large bowl of rocks.  
  
  
  Everything here is perfectly neat and organized.  Nothing is so much as an inch out of place, even the tiniest grains of powder in the bowls seem to have a strange, indescribable order to them.  
  > You check the notes
  You take the bowl of rocks off of the stack of papers and glance at the paper on top.  
  
  
  "To destroy and Oalkfrier," the title reads.  Below are a few paragraphs in immaculate handwriting.
  
  
  "Oalkfriers are essential to the master plan of the Order of the Broken Chalice, however, they must be neutralized once they've served their purpose, lest they overrun the kingdom.  I have created a poison of sorts, powerful enough to destroy these creatures within seconds. For now, it sits in the cauldron in my lab, waiting to be used. It is nearly perfect, as much so as I can hope to make it.  Just in case something is to happen to me before the plan is carried out, (though I highly doubt it), I will relay the instructions for its use below"
  
  
  "The poison is inactive until acted upon by a catalyst of some sort.  This is for the safety of those using it. To activate, place a generous helping of Sodium Chloride (table salt), into it.  (I have a bowl full of it on my desk in the lab). Then, throw it on the Oalkfrier as fast as you can. Get as far away as you can, as even the fumes from this deadly cocktail are enough to kill a whole room full of Oalkwardners.  (You should be alright so long as you're outside, but I still wouldn't chance it."
  
  
  You look up from the paper.  The bowl of salt is just to the left of the stack of notes.  On a whim, you pick it up to take it with you.