"Pfft. That's a slime or ooze. Not a<em>mold</em>." Phyrreth replied with a roll of her eyes. "If it's a green slime? Stay away from it. Or burn it."<br/><br/>But the mold was, as she said, harmless as she walked past, revealing stairs that led down.<br/><br/>The chamber seemed to be an enormous laboratory. Against the north and south walls are two identical daises raised about five feet from the laboratory floor, each accessed by a wide set of curved stairs. Atop each dais is a wide workbench covered in a bewildering series of glass beakers, tubes, alembics, athanors, and other alchemical tools. Some of the containers are filled with a murky green substance.<br/><br/>A massive mold-encrusted basalt table dominates the entrance of the room, flanked by two small tables to the east and west containing surgical tools and sheaves of old parchment. The walls of the subterranean lab were clearly fashioned from the living rock under the monastery, but carefully cut mold-encrusted tiles line the floor, interrupted occasionally by metal drains the size of dinner plates.