Rayne eventually made it to the second-floor window by getting a boost up from Grogza's shoulders after several tries. "So this is how it feels like to be on the giving side," the half-orc barbarian mused. She happened to look up and found herself staring straight up Rayne's panties. "Oooh, so that's why he never minded..." she muttered to herself in a dangerous tone. The half-elven archer fell the first time, thankfully suffering no worse than an injured sense of pride, and the second time she didn't manage to gain any ground, but the third time was the charm and she reached the window. It was conveniently unlocked, making it a trivial matter to open the window and pull herself inside over the windowsill.<br/><br/>It was pitch black, but Rayne's light spell worked just fine in illuminating the room. She appeared to be in a laboratory of some sort, with empty bottles and vials strewn over the place, and a complicated-looking setup with retorts, calcinators and alembics feeding into one another on a table. A staircase led down back to the first level, which looked like a store, though the shelves were mostly empty or carried broken bottles long drained and dried up. She found the other end of the shutter, secured to the floor by a pair of deadbolts, and after unlocking them it was a simple matter to lift the metal barrier - Grogza helped and did most of the work once she saw the shutter rising - and allow the other two inside.<br/><br/>Lizzy immediately went upstairs to have a look at the alchemical setup. "Yes, this is exactly what we're looking for," she said excitedly, as she took out a scroll from her inventory. A few arcane words chanted later, and the entire station plopped into the form of a miniature figurine of the brewing station that easily fit in the palm of her hand. She stashed it into her inventory, "I'm glad that worked, just three more to go!"<br/><br/>Back downstairs, they salvaged a few bottles still intact from the shelves. Over in the 'Caster level 5' section of the shop, they salvaged a trio of potions of Cure Serious Wounds still neatly labeled, one for each of them, and fallen in a corner, cracked but miraculously still holding together somehow, a vial of a black oily substance that Lizzy identified as oil of Flame Arrow. "Make sure you apply that to your arrows, not drink it!" the young witch (as in female wizard, not the class) teased. "Wait, what's that sound?"<br/><br/>A loud moaning came from outside the potion store... from a mob of zombies shambling towards them, at least a dozen of the gray-fleshed walking dead! Coming down the street the three players had walked through earlier, the light of the torch scones that Grogza had relit along the way now flickered upon rotting and bloody zombie flesh. At least they were still some distance away from the store, and they were shambling along at a classically slow - but inevitable - pace.<br/><br/>For exit options from 'Tribby's Honeys and Concoctions', there were the front entrance and the upper floor window, both of which exited onto the street on which one end was zombies and the other end unexplored darkness deeper into the bazaar. There was also a third alternative, a back door that led to yet another unknown path.