You arrive at Doctor Gallowstein’s clinic in good time, since you left fairly early, though had to take a long and cautious walk into town to get here. The party is probably only just awaking by now. The Doctor’s laboratory is just where the sickly green crier in the street said it would be, though you second guess yourself a couple times when you find the address. It’s simply a slither of wall and a wooden door, sandwiched between two large terrace houses typical of the inner city. Hardly the abode you’d expect from one of Tempest City’s six vampires of the High Court, especially when in comparison to Count Crawlthing’s manor. Regardless, you knock, and are soon greeted by another glowingly green vampire spawn servant like the one who advertised this opportunity in the first place. Looking past them, the minuscule size of this building soon becomes more reasonable as you then see that the door in fact leads straight down a long, dark set of stairs, lit by green copper lanterns, as it turns out Doctor Gallowstein’s surgery is located entirely underground. You follow the servant down, and find yourself left in a dingy little waiting room whilst the spawn goes off to inform their master that a willing volunteer has arrived, the only sound to accompany you being the incessant buzzing of moths about the lime green light that makes the whole environment feel like it’s underwater. Eventually, the spawn returns, and extends an arm towards the door to the Vampire Lord’s study, with a slimy murmur of ‘Doctor Gallowstein will see you now…’ 

Warrick tries to smooth his well wore and ruined clothes to look more confident in his being there, more for his own mind set then how others would see him. He truly didn't know why he was here but he couldn't shake the thought and the draw to this place. Three separate occasions Warrick had turned around to go back to the tavern but always found himself pushing forward. It was almost a shock to see he actually arrived. The lesser state of the dwelling was surprising and yet almost comfert him a bit.

As Warrick enters the room. "Now doctor I would like to clarify that I'm here as a potential participant and would like to discuss terms and weigh options on what you can offer, and what said proceedings would entail in the short and long terms, between the recovery time, the apparatus itself, care and maintenance, quality and guarantees." Warrick never had a good noble face but he tried to put it on to seem like he was more aware of what he was doing then he was.

You find that Doctor Gallowstein’s study is in fact a large circular operating theatre. There are several tracks embedded in the floor on which the doctor can move the sets of wheeled shelves and desks around, which orbit the operating table in the centre. The shelves have several items on them, such as racks of surgical equipment, ranging from minute scalpels to enormous tongs, or large piles of tomes on all things scientific, though what catches your attention are the three huge glass ampules filled with the same frosty blue gas Count Crawlthing gave Zifni, and the assorted jars that have all kinds of monster parts floating in some kind of preserving fluid. Most eerie of all these sights is the doctor himself though.

Hunched over the table, wearing a multi-pocketed, stained and stitched black doctors coat, he looks up to meet your gaze through his optical lenses as you enter. He has none of the charm and allure that the other vampire lord you met possessed, as his face is shrivelled and gaunt, his nose is upturned and pressed against his face like that of a bats, and his eyes are shallow, beady, and red. His hair is charcoal grey and receding, and his ears are pinned back in a funnel like shape that reminds you of an elf. You’re also struck by the unnerving thinness of all his needle like teeth as he gives you a welcoming smile, though it hardly comforts you at all, only reminds you that vampires, despite being able to hold a humanoid guise, are still truly monstrous.

The doctor answers Warrick’s questions with a grin, responding in a voice that sounds like rattling chains, ‘I have several prototype implants on offer. This is an experiment ran in partnership with Lady Ingrevnet, as she thinks exploring biological enhancements could lead to interesting developments in the growing strength of Tempest City’s elites. Of course, she is simply the creative mind in this endeavour; I provide the brains to execute it correctly, and then carry out the duties.’ You don’t recognise the name of Lady Ingrevnet, but figure she must be another one of the six vampires in the High Court.

‘Once you have chosen an implant, you will be put under two drugs to help with the surgery; a pill from the powder of an Executioner’s Hood, which will put you under the effect of a feign death, and then will be given a steady stream of hexafluroarcatane to guarantee your survival.’ He gestures to the large glass vials. ‘You might be more familiar of it with the name of Last Ditch Ether. A shame it fell into the hands of the city’s unfortunates. It was one of my favourite inventions, though it likely wouldn’t have came about if the Count didn’t commission it.’ He waves a clawed hand to keep himself getting distracted further and says, ‘Anyway…I assure you all the equipment is sterile, and the recovery should be relatively light; you might have some pain and scarring around the area operated on for as it heals up, but nothing beyond that of an ordinary deep cut. Please take a look at your options:

• Remorhaz Fire Gland: This organ will be placed near your liver, and will fill your bloodstream with heat. (Operates the same as a Ring of Warmth)
• Ettercap Web Sac: Although found in the abdomen of the ettercap, the sac can be implanted at the base of your wrist, and can be used to produce webs if that hand is free.  (Operates the same as a Wand of Web)
• Thri-Kreen Tendons: These tendons are placed along the back of your thighs and calves, and will enhance your jumping capability (Operates the same as a Ring of Jumping)
• Guard Drake Hand Enhancements: Taken from a multitude of Guard Drake colours, these multicoloured implants include webbing between your fingers, small claws at the end of each finger, and scaled padding on your palm  (Operates the same as a Gloves of Swimming and Climbing)
• Illithid Telepathy Lobe: This cranial organ was taken from a dissected mind flayer, and taps into their ability to communicate telepathically. It is implanted within your frontal lobe (Operates the same as a Helm of Telepathy)
• Ogre Muscles: These muscles are implanted into your arms and forearms, and should greatly enhance your strength. (Operates the same as a Gauntlets of Ogre Power)
• Flumph Heart Strings: Once placed within a beating heart to move them, these strange strings, taken from a flumph, hum at a frequency that seems to block psychic interference. (Operates the same as a Ring of Mind Shielding)
• Merrow Fins and Gills: Generously donated by the Harbour Master, these  retractable fins are attached to your calves and forearms, and the gills are placed at the base of your neck, though they do take a moment to open and close (Operates the same as a Cloak of the Manta Ray) 

Warrick had always envied people with strength to do whatever they wanted. He had a hard time carrying his books let alone perform great feats...

"How strong exactly would these make a person?"

Warrick will agree to Ogre Muscles if the doctor thinks he can use them tonight.

The doctor grins wider as Warrick accepts. ‘They will grant you a strength to rival my own…’ he assures, and comments that ‘They’ll be tender for a few days, especially after they’re initially attached, but as I said, the pain will be bearable.’ On his agreement, Gallowstein begins the surgery, beginning by having Warrick lay on the table and giving him the pill. The effect is certainly curious; he can’t see, move or talk, and can’t feel much pain after the doctor opens the first of the Last Ditch Ether canisters, but can still hear perfectly fine, so has to endure 45 minutes of discomfort, blind to what’s happening but still aware of the process from the snipping, stitching and squelching noises that occur as the doctor implants the muscles. When you awake, you find both your arms are steamed with long greyish scars, but are clearly much larger now, the muscles beneath your skin clearly defined. At first it hurts to tense them, but after a couple minutes of gentle movement, you think you can manage. The doctor reminds you that this free operation wasn’t just out of the kindness of his heart, and he will be expecting you back in a week’s time for a check up and report, before sending you on your way. 

Warrick will look at shops on the way back to explain his absence, doesn't have much coin to spend so probably won't find anything of note. Then will return to the rest.