Valneti took up the torch from the sconse as he surveyed the room. Everything was as he had left it, as everything ought to be. The single large table still dominated the center of the room, easily large enough for three or four people to lie across it. Below it, Valneti had carved deep grooves into the stone floor, channels so any woulds that were spilled would drain away. Thick eye rings had been set into the stone floor, and chains from from them to the table, presently coiled on top when not in use. On the table lay his tools of the trade, similar to ones the tanner might use, but fastidiously cleaned. Dominated one side of the wall were his alchemical supplies, all neatly laid out and organized, each filled to the exact same level, dozens of flasks, vials and pouches, with tools for measuring nearly anything you could care to name.<br/><br/>He moved to one of the wall, cleverly disguised was a thin wooden door, with finger width stones attached to it, giving the impression in the dim light that it was just another stretch of wall, It had taken Valneti several nights of working in secret to carry that out. He spent a moment fumbling with his herbal powder, taking a sniff to calm himself, before he pulled the door open and stepped through, down the roughly worked steps and into the catacombs.