She nodded, slowly, frowning slightly at the prospect of him leaving, but not objecting.<br/><br/>This cramped room is incredibly hot and choked with hissing pipes and sparking wires. A strange machine of metal, stone, and crystal grinds and whirs in a cacophonous din, plumes of smoke and fire churning out of it into dozens of pipes that extend upward through the ceiling. A huge metal door sits in the southern end of the west wall, just to the side of the immense machine. A short message is inscribed above the door. Numerous cables and pipes extend from the door’s frame to a nearby panel in the southern wall from which four glass domes the size of human heads protrude.