Letting the sleeping dogs, er... goblins lie, you move on to the next door to the south. Peering inside, you see two goblins monitoring the health of a dire rat, which is strapped spread-eagled onto a wooden bench. The rat suffers from horrible tumors that look vaguely woody and fruitlike.
A fancy crystal vial sits on a stand in the corner.
Unfortunately, the noise of your approach distracts the goblins from their research. They leap to their feat and draw shortswords, calling out "intruders" in Goblin.