FMShop:Liktiken's Hovel

Liktiken's Hovel

a leaning tin-patched hovel, Room 26, go2 20322

[Liktiken's Hovel]	RNUM: 21598
No effort has been made to make this hovel inhabitable by any but those with the lowest of standards. The wooden floorboards are so sodden and mired in the muck that they have grown a thick layer of mildew, creating a slippery hazard with every step. Holes and cracks in the ceiling and walls have been covered with poorly cleaned animal hides and pieces of tin. In the corner is a heap of moldering rags and scraps of fabric, and an overturned crate sits nearby, perhaps to serve as a table. You also see a sloppily painted sign.
Obvious exits: north, out

In the Common language, it reads:

Da tings on da hides be for pikin' locked tings.  Da lockpick on da crate gives ya random lockpick!  Dey twinty-five tousand.

Da star'll cure ya disease.

Da foot makes floaty disk.

Da finger hides ya from folks magic eyes.

Da frog makes ya all fast lik.

On the crate you see

shifting lockpick	random lockpick generator	25000
a puffy black-skinned frog	Haste (506)	14000
a desiccated warty goblin finger	Unpresence (204)?	12000
a mildewed kappa foot	Floating Disk (511)	10000
a wire-twined fingerbone star	Undisease (113)	6000

In the heap you see

a badly soiled pea green silk blouse	Pocketed:VSA a couple of items	chest-worn functional	5000
a blood-stained haircloth tunic	Pocketed:VSA a couple of items	chest-worn functional	5000
a shredded canary linen skirt	Pocketed:VSA a couple of items of very small size	leg-worn functional	5000
a pair of fraying wool trousers	Pocketed:VSA a couple of items of very small size	leg-worn functional	5000

On the hides you see

a crusty worm-wrapped hook	lockpick	4000
a blunt steel sewing needle		1000
a wood-handled dull seam ripper		90000
a bent and rusted hatpin		6000

North

[Liktiken's Hovel]	RNUM: 22615
The smell in this part of the hovel is positively rancid, though the origin of the stench is not readily apparent. Bent nails protrude from the boards propping up the roof, and a variety of odds and ends dangle from them precariously. Shoved against one wall are the remains of an old baby carriage, its wheels warped and its fabric canopy torn and threadbare. Half of a hole-ridden barrel reaches out of the muck, its iron bandings rusted completely.
Obvious exits: south, west

In the Common language, it reads:

Da band an' loket holds em crystals.

Dat blankit makes ya flame.

Da doll head makes ya see ahead.  (Git it?  AHEAD!)

Dat liquid cure ya poison.

Dat eyeball make tings dark.

In the barrel you see

a dented and scorched faenor locket	crystal holding jewelry	neck-worn functional	25000
a warped silver band	crystal holding jewelry	finger-worn functional	25000
a dingy leather lockpick kit	Pocketed:Small a number of items	belt-worn functional	15000
a pair of crimson-stained ivory dice			5000

In the carriage you see

a rust-smudged fuzzy pink blanket edged in ribbons	Flaming Aura (1706)?	cloak-worn functional	35000
a mud-smeared water rat pelt bag with fraying seams	Pocketed:MA any number of items	belt-worn functional	10000
a leather-lined turtle shell case with a broken clasp	Pocketed:MA any number of items	belt-worn functional	10000
a cracked and stained porcelain doll head with hollow eyes			12000

On the nails you see

a grainy-textured troll tongue neckpouch on braided sinew	Pocketed:VSA any number of items	neck-worn functional	5000
a pouch of tanned and whipstitched batwings	Pocketed:MA any number of items	belt-worn functional	10000
a cloudy rotting eyeball floating in a cord-strung glass orb	Eye Spy (707)?	neck-worn functional	22000
a vial of cloudy viscous liquid on a tarnished chain	Unpoison (114)	neck-worn functional	8000

West

[Liktiken's Hovel]	RNUM: 22616
An indistinct humming noise fills the air in this rear portion of the hovel, and the air is heavy with heat and humidity. Strings of old, rusty fish hooks hang from one wall, while another is plastered with carnival posters, which are quite obviously covering what was once a large hole. Atop a damaged crab cage in the corner is a small misshapen pot, and opposite is a slanted cot covered in molding blankets and pillows.
Obvious exits: east

In the Common language, it reads:

Most tings in here do tings.  Fun tings.  Dumb tings.  Bad tings.  All sorts of tings!

Liktiken likes tings.  Liktiken will trade tings wit folks.  Folks give Liktiken a ting and Liktiken give folks a ting in return.  Liktiken choose whut ya git!  No requists!

On the hooks you see

a hole-ridden ebon gauze veil		pin-worn	10000
a black-horned crimson vathor toy			5000
a blood-stained dingy gauze eyepatch		pin-worn	5000
a grungy mouse skeleton bracelet		wrist-worn functional	30000

In the pot you see

a bruised red-skinned apple			500
a festering piece of zombie flesh			2500
a thick slice of mutton			500
a crusty and yellowing gauze bandage		pin-worn	2500

On the cage you see

a faded purple toy house finch			25000
a tiny-wheeled brown pony toy			10000
a piece of heavy knotted rope		belt-worn functional	7500
a piece of broken mirror			7500

On the cot you see

a torn brown canvas vest	Pocketed:VSA a couple of items of very small size	front-worn functional	7500
a pair of moth-eaten socks		foot-worn layering	1000
a singed heavy leather cloak	Pocketed:VLA any number of items	cloak-worn functional	15000
a sleeveless threadbare silk longcoat	Pocketed:VLA any number of items	cloak-worn functional	15000