You take one look at your toothpick-thin limbs and realize that
this probably isn’t going to work.
Hey, that’s right, there was something about a key and a shell and stuff!
Your keen detective’s mind arranges the pieces and deduces that maybe, just maybe,
there might be some kind of key inside this shell.
If only the stupid thing would open…
WOONA RULE THUNDERDOME
No effect! They must have cute-proofed the cell.
As swift as the coursing river, you re-fold your Cap into the Cartographer’s Spyglass,
which affords you +7 vision. With a helpful boost from the shell, you use it to peer outside your
prison’s tiny window.
You see nothing except a great expanse of moon water.
