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Windful Windmills I found these being sold from a concession stand tucked into one of the through corridors. A little old lady called Nanna Vulpa in a bright green cardigan was selling them to children for only a ducket each.
Fake Foot Roller Say you’ve found yourself a lovely large tree to hide in. There’s no way the guards are going to spot you up here, but you’ve left a trail of footprints right to base of the tree. So
Sticky Note Scrolls 7Q say that the future of spell casting is yellow. And adhesive. 7Q’s team of research wizards have made some remarkable breakthroughs in rune ministration. By printing these on pale yellow paper, spells that would require foot
Insult Crabs Do you find yourself in need of an insult to provoke an enemy but at a loss for words? This miniature crustacean is what you need. Bred and enchanted from a land crab of the Darker Darkmist jungle,
Wilderness TR-7000 Ever Folding Tent Be it rain, cold, wind or giant insects, you’ll want a tent so you can sleep in peace. But they’re such a pack burden the rest of the time, taking up space and weight that
No-Tunnel Helm I’m not sure how the Ardent Cape Geological Society were able to afford the sizeable stand they occupied in Hall B but I’m very glad they were there. Tucked away at the rear, behind a seemingly endless display
Faith Safe There’s a contradiction in these. On the one hand a true believer would want somewhere they could put their beliefs to keep them from magical or spiritual damage. But in doing so, they open themselves up to the
Pitched Fork All too often the Bard in the party will be trying to sing with a zombie right in their face. If the terror of undeath doesn’t put them off their melody, the smell will. The Pitched Fork by
Soul Window Ever wonder quite what is going on in another person’s head? I’ve often wondered that during tiresome escort quests when my charge seems determined to get themselves killed. If you’re willing to completely violate their privacy, then a
Breakfast Vinegar Say your baggage has been stolen and you’re lost in the mountains. It’s been days since you last ate and you don’t care what it taste like as long as you can eat it. With a few drops
