The Bar

A crowbar, Molly's father used to say, is possibly the most practical thing a warrior can hold. The list of utilities, as he would often ramble through while polishing his own trusty crowbar, were almost endless...

You can use it to scratch one's back (as well as other inconveniently placed itches);

You can use it to unlock the vaulted treasures of that wizard you didn't like the look of and borrow some of his gold (though definitely not steal it, that would be wrong);

You can use it as a makeshift bat in a game of gnomeball;

You can use it to fish (inelegantly) for wild battle penguins in Kelpie's Bay (but not in the Quantum Shadow, for obvious reasons);

You can use it to crack open a can of pickled bullfrogs;

You can sweep the air with it to waft away the noxious fumes of a Nightmare Imp (or perhaps instead from a lactose intolerant northern lynx, as Molly enjoyed the company of);

And of course you can use it in hand-to-hand-combat, few wizards or monsters can survive a bonk on the head with a good old crowbar.

Entered by: 0x19e9…140e and preserved on chain (see transaction)