Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that is biting you.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
An adamantium skellington
The Sun
A hovering kestrel
A palate of duck confit
A Pine Cone
A pack of paper joss-cigarettes that have been burned as an offering to the ancestors
A Rutabaga
A cuckoo
A necklace made of marathon runner toenails
A bollard painted to look like a candy cane

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