So you've made the decision to trek out through marshland and to this particularly slippery Rubbery's humble stalagmite abode.
What would you take from the Fluctuating Butcher-Artist's home?
A monstrous eyeball in a jar, wheeling about a small track overhead
A weasel (no guarantee of all organs in their proper place, and they bite)
A mask, molded into a facsimile of a human face
Ornate cutlery, fastened of metal and bone
A jar of amber, kept safely near the fireplace
A small potted mushroom, tucked carefully into a lightless and mildewy corner
A venom sac of some creature, its contents occasionally burbling
A box full of eggshells, each labeled with a name and approximate date
One tooth upon the counter, occasionally shifting about as if it were restless
A dust-caked vial of an antidote, a letter around the vial's neck
Handwritten notes on various creatures in the Neath, and their malleability
And thanks to @lord-emerson for making this a trend!











