Quest Items Items — Page 3

A piece of Maya's spirit, torn loose by the storm and still searching for its whole.

Static filter, nothing fancy. Use this to tune Joule's ham radio.

Static filter, nothing fancy. Use this to tune Joule's ham radio.

Static filter, nothing fancy. Use this to tune Joule's ham radio.

Freshly picked buds of a soporific herb.

Premium-feeling paper carrying a lingering fishiness.

Fluffalo fluff fresh from the fleece.

Dense enough to muffle shouting, screaming, crying, begging and other perfectly ordinary noises.

The tastiest way to avoid all your old wounds ripping open on a long sea voyage!

Less combustible than confetti.

The kind of meal that makes you feel like someone's looking out for you.

Sweet-smelling flowers used as the base for Marj's signature tea blends.

Technically to-go, but most of it chose to-spill.

A fistful of blossoms to sweeten the deal.

Creates an unbreakable bond.

Nothing says 'thanks, never do that again' like artisanal pears.

A carefully arranged collection of fruit, hoping to sweeten a soured situation.

A termination notice to end Frusco's employment, scrawled on a Tea House napkin. At least it's absorbent.

The dream of bears everywhere.

Gloss MAXXX: Hydrating Luxury Radiance Formula is infused with ethically sourced tears of joy from free range fluffalo.

Just waiting for the right hands to tear it open!

There are many ways to say you're sorry. This one might be a biohazard.

A gift—someone will probably like this.

A simple glass vessel that has held many things before and will hold many things again.

Extractions make a vibrant, lasting neon.

A rich brew indeed!

Viscosity: medium-high. Opacity: murky. Mouthfeel: DO NOT TEST.

A (hopefully) tightly sealed container of organic discharge. <I>Ew!</>

All it takes is one spark.

Carried for luck and used for leverage.

A bit o' metal and a heap o' trust. Opens the door to Hardtack's most jealously guarded quarters.

Worth its weight in salt.

Not as heavy as you'd expect.

Recently pillaged by a friend.

Destined to be discarded with extreme prejudice.

It jingles when shaken. Unfortunately, that's just the loose teeth.

Riches piled high enough for a Scottish duck to swim in.

The verrrry finest supplies, bundled pirate-wise. Accept no substitute.

Sturdy wood dowel, ideal for structural reinforcement

A potent medicinal herb said to strengthen the body and settle a troubled heart.

Heavy paper perfect for songcraft. Take that, Ancient Egyptians.

Strong enough to lead a drifting soul home. Also strong enough to strip paint, probably.

Glittering crystals formed in the upper air and rudely removed from circulation.

It's illegal to transport this. It's even more illegal to know what it is.

You've got mail!

Once a mushroom, soon a bottle of deep, flowing ink.

Once a mushroom, soon a bottle of deep, flowing ink.

Once a mushroom, soon a bottle of deep, flowing ink.

Special handcrafted ink to stimulate Tanice's songwriting genius. Name: Inspiration. Glitter: Yes.

An old jar of fiercely fragrant fish—aged underground, beloved by bears.

A tragic reminder that gravity always wins. This glider is in desperate need of TLC.

A collection of materials Joule threw together in the hope they'll become more than the sum of their parts.

Joule's favorite veggies, skewered with engineering precision.

A key to Joule's quarters—half workshop, half bedroom, all fire hazard.

A borrowed volume Candlewic remembers fondly. Frequently. Against his will.

Restored, reinforced, and ready to defy gravity again.

To Amano, an act of care. To Joule, a theft of choice.

Part of a glorious machine that turns 'I don't sing' into 'ONE MORE SONG!'

So much crap to be thankful for!

A small sweetness for tea with spirits.