"You may." The figures said as one, and didn't react as she settled into the coffin of her choice. And then the lid slammed shut on her, and after a moment she felt something below her release, and the coffin began to move at an extremely high rate downward, sliding for what first was seconds, then minutes. And finally, at last, after much whipping about, it came slowly to a rest and the front opened.<br/><br/>The door opened into a room filled with cobwebs, one that was obviously once an alchemical laboratory of some type. There were three doors before her, one in each of the three walls she could see, and on the tables she could see a wide variety of strange equipment. Of particular note, though, was that there was a rack of six vials. Two were red, two blue, and two purple, but none of them were labeled.<br/><br/>The moment she stepped out of the coffin, though, the door snapped shut and the iron container was pulled by a chain into the ceiling, the stone rippling and then filling the gap as it left.