Matthias arched a brow, "The Creature is not kept active until he is needed." And was perfectly serious about that. There was a Creature and he was a bitch to defeat.
Bowing his head slightly, he looked to Integral, "My apologies. Perhaps the tour will lighten your mood, then." Through a door from the Garden, he took them into the first room of the laboratory, filled with flying Medusa heads that strategically avoided the small group without verbal command from Matthias.
He paid them no mind as they passed Harpies, daggers clutched in their birdlike feet, alighting on the tall shelves of the laboratory. Beakers and books cluttered the shelves, though the tables were clean. No one had practiced in here for a while.