Gallus considered speaking up to question why they were stopping, but if he were honest, he needed a quick break from the fighting. Some soldiers kept the door beyond under guard while the rest of them placed their weapons to one side and began rifling through the laboratory.

Janius looked over the unconscious lycans in the cages. He verified that they were alive first, wondering what manner of treatment they had been receiving. "Test subjects..." Janius murmured in a guess. He raised his voice to the others, "These fellows are breathing. If you spot a key or something to open these cages, speak up."

The moment of calm allowed Sabine to ground herself, but taking in the details of the laboratory was not particularly helpful. The smell of blood at least overwhelmed her nose, but the sights were too familiar. She stood staring at the cages for a while, slowly moving to the alchemy table nearby. Apart from wide eyes, her face was blank and she was taking short, shivering breaths.

The notes by the alchemical equipment were obviously a focal point. Fendros was the first to reach them, holding his sword under his arm as he tried deciphering them. He quickly turned a few pages before looking to Sabine. "I can't make sense of this. Sabine?"

Sabine lifted her eyes to Fendros and regained enough focus to step forward and look over the notes. Her eyes were also drawn to the bottles. Apprehensively, she leaned in to waft some of its scent.

Fendros moved on to the other documents and Gallus soon joined him. "If they have a plan," Gallus mentioned, "They'd have to have some part of it here. There's no other reason."