There was no way through them except by savage resort. Into the cone of light they sprang like wights from dark places, against Danae's steady advance. What became a mortal struggle was a terrible shattering of porcelain, crashing of bodies, dragging of dead weight. At last, a final effort of kicking, smashing cruelty found Danae on the other side of the mob, with every moment precious to pry open the door to Doctor Rehner's quarters and squeeze inside.<br/><br/>In the absence of all caution, the room proved blessedly unguarded and a safe haven, however temporary, from the singular effort focused on dragging Danae off into the dark. If the lock did not hold them, a stout chair jammed under the handle would do.<br/><br/>Doctor Rehner's room was overcrowded with the pursuits of overcoming the limitations of the mind. A bed, neatly made in coarse dark paisley, was shoved into the corner as an afterthought to the desk, the glass-doored bookcase behind, the long row of apothecary drawers, the shadowbox nooks filled to capacity with precious ampules, much of the contents desiccated and ruined with age.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Investigation results for the drawers</div><div class="spoiler_body">From the chemicals in the drawers, Danae could fashion 2 flasks of alchemist fire. </div></div><br/><br/>Positioned languid was a model of all the small bones of the hand, and in the bookcase behind were many volumes warped and salted by the journey from the mainland; references for a chirurgeon and a chemist. Some were so disintegrated that new titles had been stitched to the spines in leather:<em>Diseases of the Lung, Properties of Chemicals, Altendorf's Field Guide to Core Herbs, Piscis of the Other Orders, </em>and one bearing the name<em>Emalia. </em><br/><br/>What seemed to be a tall and dense tome under the name<em>Emalia </em>pulled from the shelf a wooden flatbox wrapped in a false cover. When the brass latch unhooked, it opened to reveal neatly folded wood paneling nested with such intricacy, the unfolding posed a puzzle to the rational brain. It was able to unfold into something far larger than its size might suggest.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Investigation results for the bookcase</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hidden on the shelf is a magical folding boat.<br/>https://roll20.net/compendium/dnd5e/Folding%20Boat#content (https://roll20.net/compendium/dnd5e/Folding%20Boat#content)</div></div><br/><br/>Along the wall stood a pair of wardrobes, one with the door open to show a heavy full-length coat or cloak missing. In colors of hunter green with gold, navy emerald, juniper and verdigris, Doctor Rehner preferred the double-breasted walking dress or levite gown with high, choking lapels, shoulder cape and flared bliaut sleeves. There was religion, Ezrite faith in the motifs of embroidered patterns and priestly sensibilities of the clothes, but the edges frayed and the embroidery bared unsightly strings so rigorously had the missionary life tested her.<br/><br/>Within the drawers were smaller clothes in linen jabot, muslin petticoats and silk frocks deeply ruffled around the decolletage, lace-yoked combing sacque, and smaller still intimates of coutil corsets, silk stockings, and intimates of pale lace and dark velvet.<br/><br/>With time, the effort beyond the door fatigued and subsided; the thumping relented. Doctor Heinfroth's lunatics would certainly be out there still, waiting, even in the dead of night.