Vaguely torpedo-shaped. Hollow-sounding, when one taps on it.
Let me take it to the Corsairs in Gaider’s Mourn and turn it into an actual Glim torpedo.
It has yet to grow a beard. It will never grow a neck. One day, it will eat lies and compel truth. But, for now, you are safe.
The peal in Arbor's garden, the rose with only one equal. You need not fear the Queen's wroth, however. This has yet to grow.
Oddly brittle and warm to the touch. It could be a stalk, or perhaps a mandible, a wing, or worse. Whatever it was, it is unlikely to be so again.
You have been assured that this is what turnips look like.
Let me plant them with Vertiginous Horticulture.
An eye in a glass carboy, the size and shape of a rugby football. Sell it. Or keep it on a sufficiently sturdy mantelpiece.
Let me take it to the Spider Symposium.
What could be more charming than this painted tin reminder of childhood innocence?
Let me fix them. The Drowned Daughter could help.
They are strung together on a viscous rope, like a string of pearls. Beneath a translucent membrane, each egg is webbed with blood vessels that feed the twitching creature within.
Let me hatch them.
A portrait from the Elder Continent, commissioned at some expense. A signature on the back reads 'For my friend. Thank you.
Let me hang it up on the wall as a Home Comfort.
A Mark of Credit is a promise of a treasure from the Bazaar. You have here a page from one.
A promise of repayment from the Bazaar, issued by her agents to facilitate the resolution of a crisis or Tragedy. Valuable for its suggestion that the holder was in the right place, at the right time, holding the right cards.
It only bears three letters - IOU - and a dread seal burnt into the parchment as marks are branded on livestock to claim ownership.
Let me do anything actually interesting with those beyond the Violin and the Locksmith.
A pinnacle of Kataleptic Toxicological craft. Each flight is designed for one individual; each dose blended to suppress specified aspects of the personality and enhance others. Side-effects may include self-knowledge, self-denial, self-suppression, and a dark purple coating on the tongue.
Literally let me do anything with those.
Please and thank you Failbetter I have been a very good boy this year and all I want is undue attention to a bunch of miscellaneous inventory fillers.