The room was fairly expansive, just like he had thought it to be from the outside. The majority of the room was taken up by a series of tables that had black sheets lying draped upon them. Nevin swallowed roughly, forcing down the lump in his throat as he realized just what kind of room he had stumbled into. He wondered why he wasn't being overwhelmed by the smell of the chamber - only to see that on the far side of the room, a chunk of the exterior wall had been torn away. The flow of air through that hole had probably kept any smells from building up - a fact that he was extremely grateful for.
So. Nevin had found a morgue. Considering what he had learned in that journal, he couldn't exactly say that he was surprised by this discovery - whoever owned this place was definitely a man who could obtain what he wanted for his studies, and a few cadavers were probably almost dreadfully easy to come by. Nevin took a shallow breath and held it as he ventured further into the room.
Far from the door, on an inside wall, were several shelves that he couldn't see the contents of from the ruined doorway. Upon getting closer though, he found that most of them were filled with glass jars that held.. Various organs. With a shiver that ran down his spine, Nevin was able to identify that while some of them were animal in origin - others were not. He could see human lungs, a heart, eyes floating in various jars, and then there were the body parts he didn't have a clue of the unfortunate donor.
The Alchemist had to suppress his twinned emotions of an urge to study this and learn more, and his desire to get as far away from this room as he could. While he used some animal body parts in his Alchemy, and he was quite partial to using blood… Most of the time, he stayed far away from using blood from a sentient individual. Human blood had had nothing special about it for most alchemical purposes so he was able to avoid it, and he wouldn't use it for his blood magic. So seeing human limbs and organs was a distinctly unpleasant situation.
But the final shelf contained what he had come in here to look for. A set of three books was tucked away, stashed next to several glass jars. Hesitantly, he reached up and grabbed one - and was very thankful of the fact that they didn't fall apart at his touch. He pulled it down and flipped it open, only now realizing that he had dropped his torch when he stabbed his hand climbing in here. The one in his hands was not a primer on necromancy - and Nevin didn't know whether to be thankful or upset about that. Instead, it seemed to be a log of experiments done here. With a grim expression he flipped to a legible page and began to read.
