Trinkets
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Trinkets are valuable items that can be sold to the Traders for 
| Item | Description | Uses |
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| May be worth a few coins. |
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| A long, long way from home. | ||
| Something tells you that you don't want to open this... | ||
| The envy of every Speranzan. Proof that this world was once thriving and magical. |
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| After the grid fell candles became the preferred source of light for many. Unlike electricity, a good old candle will never fail you. Unless it's windy. Or raining. Or... | ||
| At least a tiny bit more comfortable than your face. | ||
| The power to face a new day, one drip at a time. |
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| Some Raiders use it to practice dexterity. Others just like throwing things at other things. | ||
| Everything is a canvas to a creative child. | ||
| Yes, it really is empty. |
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| Way pasta its prime. | ||
| A snapshot of the world before, faded by sunlight and time. | ||
| Unlike the real one, this one fits in your pack. | ||
| May be worth a few coins. | ||
| Perfect for telling the time, and showcasing that you're an exceedingly dignified person. | ||
| Lovingly hand-painted by someone of great talent—clearly. Any guesses who? | ||
| Udderly adorable. | ||
| Lance has personally planted a number of these around the Rust Belt, for some reason. | ||
| Without light, life underground would be impossible. |
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| Perfect for relaxing nights at home, casual get-togethers, and provide air guitar concerts. | ||
| Worth a small fortune. | ||
| May be worth a few coins. | ||
| Speranzans love to see who can build the tallest tower - before the temors knock them down. | ||
| If you stand close and squint your eyes, it's like the world never came crumbling down. | ||
| May be worth a few coins. | ||
| Valued for its fine craftsmanship, and effortless ability to make your eyes pop. | ||
| May be worth a few coins. | ||
| Always there to lend an ear, should you need it. | ||
| A shining shimmering set of refinement and elegance. | ||
| Worth a small fortune. | ||
| What pages remain speak of chosen heroes, vampires, and lots of longing glances. | ||
| It quietly dreams of taking to the skies with its brethren. | ||
| Worth a small fortune. | ||
| The envy of every Raider. Like sleeping on an especially ergonomic cloud. |

































