The Predictable Shop is located on a cursed city. Some areas of it are unbearably cold. A massive storm is happening outside. It is occupied by Lizardfolk. Heriberto Polanco The Conservative, a Barbed Devil is here. The Lizardfolk have been charmed by Heriberto Polanco The Conservative. He is founding a new religion.
Mubaemedaeum Dmafedaeid is a powerful artifact in the shape of a hard figurine. Fire flows from it. It smells like potato. It is a pale black color. When touched it makes its owner invisible.
The air tastes like ocean here. The crystal walls are caving in.
There is an engraving on a stone written in common.
Poor me! dire soul
continental and tense
but whole
cruelty is intense
The floor is sticky. There are a Lizardfolk Shaman and four Lizardfolk here. Green moss is swaying from the walls. The Lizardfolk are fighting amongst themselves.
There is an engraving on a tablet written in common.
O weak soul
early, vague, geological
strict, awkward, whole
sadness is logical
The floor is sticky. The crystal walls are scratched.
The floor is sticky. There are two Lizardfolk Shamans here. The stone walls are pristine. The Lizardfolk are caring for babies.
There is a trap here. When activated, a magical sound detector will make the walls close in. The wooden walls are covered in mold.
The air tastes like rain here. There are an Orog and a Poltergeist here.
The air smells like soup here. The floor is sticky. The metallic walls are caving in.
There is an engraving on the wall written in Lizardfolk Script.
Oh cruel we
yet never essential
literary, slippery, free
hope is residential
There are two Lizardfolk Shamans and a Lizardfolk here. The air smells like violet leaf here. The Lizardfolk are willing to negotiate.
The stone walls are unsettled. The air tastes like cashew here.
The floor is glossy. The mirrored walls are covered in mold. Gray lichens are decaying from the walls. There is a trap here. When activated, a tripwire will launch a hail of needles.
There is an engraving on a monolith written in Lizardfolk Script.
Oh our fate is sadistic
yet never characteristic
ever clear
death is artistic