Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that won't stop singing "I will Survive."

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A swarm of ladybirds
A burgundy 1984 Chevy Celebrity in good condition, except it needs new wipers
A Big Key
A pressed leaf, brown and crumbling between your fingers, its original color unknown.
A vial of castoreum
A jar of Aqua Regia
A copy of Servants of the Wankh by Jack Vance
A fax sent by a samurai to Abraham Lincoln
A Healing Potion
A single maid a-milking

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