Slowly making his way up the tower, the floors began to blend together after a while, a seemingly endless jumble of hallways, and sleeping chambers, it wasn't until he managed to reach the last few levels that they began to become a little more unique.
As Lazarus pushed the door open, the acrid scent of chemicals assaulted his nose. The entire level that he was on seemed to be a single large room, with a multitude of tables and workstations scattered around it. Every flat surface in the massive chamber was jammed full of vials, and beakers, many with candles, and other small flames keeping their contents hot. Piles of books and notes were also stacked haphazardly around the room; mostly on the floor.
Flitting about were half a dozen glimmerlings, just like Eleanor, wearing lab coats that were clearly several sizes too small for them. Each of the little women were apparently working on several projects at once, as they flew between tables, adjusting the bubbling concoctions as they went. Fortunately, they all seemed quite absorbed in their work, and hadn't noticed Lazarus yet.