Kildel: You are sure you already know everything there is to know about farming.
Dskani: The books with the same bindings are full of first person narratives about agriculture. The authors recount their experiences ,trials and errors in using magic or science to enhance crops. Here is one such account:
I went back to the drawing board. Really thought that extract #112 was gonna be the one. Turns out all the growth we observed was actually the crops merely inflating with methane gas. Nasty shock when we first cut into one of my new giant pumpkins. the fields smelled like the business end of a cow and I was back to square one. I hoped if i could combine extract #88 with extract #103 in the right dosage that I would get the larger more nutritious crops without them beings as 'on fire' as extract #88 proved the first go round...
There are several other similar stories in the pages of the identically bound volumes. You notice that the bindings don't list a title or cover art or even volume numbers. The only indicator on the plain leather book cover is a small symbol on the spine.
Isidora : Three of the planters hold decayed remains of carrots, cabbage, and corn. The dead plant that stretches nearly to the floor you identify as the same long thick grass that covers the fields outside. There is word written on the planter in draconic that translates to 'invasive'
Beetles, centipedes, worms, and all manner of harmless creepy crawlies skitter around your feet, on the books, around the strange vials and bottles of potions.
"Hmm. I think this symbol on the spine of all these books may be linked to the Eye of Amrion."
Are the books also in Draconic?
The stories in the volumes are actually in a variety of languages. Common is the most common, but you see some are in Dwarvish, Elvish, Gnomish, Druidic, Terran, and a few in Draconic.
"It looks like whoever this lab belonged to was studying the tall grass growing outside. They've labeled it as an invasive species. I wonder, perhaps this plane was quite different in the past, maybe a much friendlier place..." Isidora trails off, not sure if anyone else is interested in her musings.
"While that could be helpful, it also might be dangerous. According to these journals, whoever was here was trying to increase the growth of plants. However, some of them were merely inflated with flammable gas." Skimming over a few more books, Dskani adds "It seems like there may even have been multiple residents here. These logs are in several different languages."
Dskani: Linguistics check.
Isidora's interest is peaked by the mention of the logs being written in several different languages and she makes her way over to where Dskani is pondering over the handwriting.
You recognize that the text is all the same 'handwriting/font' though it does not look to be written by hand. perhaps something else.
A faint light glistens from inside one of the vials on the table as a beetle lazily makes it's way down the side like it has nowhere to be.
You can't identify what it is.
As you pick up the vial, the beetle that was meandering around on it is startled and attempts to fly off. The beetle flutters for a moment before accidentally plummeting in an open beaker of bluish fluid with a satisfying 'galoop!'
The open beaker cracks abruptly. The beetle has begun expanding, growing exponentially! The beaker he was in shatters as this once tiny little bug begins growing to monstrous proportions.
Now the size of a housecat it's weight causes the aged table to creak.
Now the size of a large dog, the table colapses sending glass and plant matter across the floor.
Now the size of a horse it is clear to the beetle that he is in some serious trouble. Whats worse: he doesn't seem to be taking it very well.
On his turn, Dskani moves into a flank with Kildel and swings his urumi at the beetle.
Horrified as the beetle grows enourmous beside her, Isidora draws her shortsword and takes a stab at the beetle.