"This place is strange, and... there is a feeling in the air. I don't like it," she said, quietly, as she led the way.<br/><br/>The air in this room is unusually warm and moist, with a thin, pale vapor of mist clinging to the ceiling, causing the lighted panels to diffuse and become muted. Condensation runs down the walls along with a riot of unusual brown and dull green vegetation. The moist, thick-stemmed plants and vines grow out of long earth-filled troughs along the wall, while a tall column of plant matter extends like a tree trunk from a circular planter in the middle of the room to spread a network of vines across the mist-shrouded ceiling. A low humming sound fills the air. Five short, wiry, green creatures stand aroudn the room, tending to the plants, carrying crude tools. As one, they turn when they spot the intruders, and let out a series of hoots, grunts, and high pitched cries, as they all begin moving in a flurry of action towards the door.