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You have entered a large laboratory of some sort.  There are vials and
beakers strewn all about a large table.  The large marble table holds a
various array of preserved body parts from all different races.  This candle
lit room is only about 20 foot by 10 foot.  Small, compared to the other
rooms that you have encountered.  Shelves of books line every wall of this
cramped room.  The tomes are all written in an ancient forgotten language
which you are unable to decipher.  A few of the tomes have crumbled with age
while others are on the verge of it.  Judging from their condition they seem
to be a couple of centuries old, if not more.  It seems as if you've
wandered into a wizard's laboratory.  This room smells to be the source of
the decayed flesh aroma.  
A hairy humanoid growls at you with hatred in his eyes.
An imposing undead figure looms above you staring at you with one decaying eye.