He paced the room slowly, looking over all of the items present and trying to decide how harshly he might be punished for taking one. To be honest, this room seemed to be the entire purpose of this place, but that didn't mean he was looking for a fight. Eventually, he decided to poke a finger at a very busy hatpin, bracing for the worst as his skin met silver.

He summoned one of his weapons and squinted into the reflection on the blade when he felt something settle on his head. A hat. Fitting, but not for him. Bren pulled his hand away and felt the hat disappear. He passed a bell on a collar, several pocketwatches, a pair of cufflinks, and a pipe before stopping in front of an odd little shell dusted with silver powder. Hm. He touched this one too, to no effect, then brought the powder to his lips. It tasted of nothing at all. The boil nodded. This one would do.

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10. The Walrus’ Oyster Shell: A shell shaped clasp containing some self replenishing silver powder
Status Effect: Can make any food eaten sprinkled by the contents of the shell taste wonderful regardless of how horrible it may well be. Doesn’t negate poison, inedibility etc.