Human: You have just walked through the door at where you find yourself in a gloomy scene outside town with an alchemist's shop, miasma, and a door. Assistant: 
Pungent, noxious fumes waft out of the open door of the Alchemist's Shop on the west side of the street here. Vapors of sulfur, formaldehyde, alcohol and methane are just a few of the odors you can identify, among myriad more you'd rather not hazard a guess at. Serious, stooped figures with long, grey locks or beards go and come through the door, oblivious to the choking miasma.