Magic Items

If both the mooncakes and recipe were returned, Mareo also presents the party with an early prototype of a new merchandise item the Silver Beak cartel is working on. Each character is presented with a plush doll that resembles a Dohwar Protector dressed in heavy armor with a silver weega in its beak and a lance in its hand. This item functions as a Talking Doll.
*Special** This plush doll resembles an armored Dohwar Protector with a silver weega in its beak and a lance in its hand. The doll's magic is a little faulty and it exhibits the Muttering quirk. The dohwar grumbles and mumbles to itself. A creature who listens carefully to the item might learn something useful.*

Spells: Mirror Image x2

Mareo presents each character with a single sweet honeyfish mooncake in its own small fancy wooden box. The mooncake functions as a Keoghtom's Ointment with each bite representing a dose. The filling of this mooncake acts as Keoghtom's Ointment, it smells sickly sweet and each dose represents a bite of the mooncake. Each bite is more delicious than the last and it takes a little willpower not to eat it all.

Powder: 5

**Special* This cloak is woven with supple jet black fabric that shimmers purple in the light with shifting patterns that resemble Wildspace. The cloak has the Guardian minor property, granting a +2 bonus to initiative if the bearer isn't incapacitated.*

This crimson cloak is embroidered with golden sigils of Thay. When the wearer of this cloak is presented with an opportunity to act in a selfish or malevolent way, this item heightens the bearer’s urge to do so.

Markoth – “Fat Mar” to those that didn’t truly know him – treasured this reinforced, velvety waistband above all other possessions. He wore it every day in life but was never able to fully grasp its benefits despite being attuned to it. While attuned, the wearer’s strength becomes 21 and, once per day, the wearer has advantage on one saving throw that might otherwise result in a level of exhaustion.

Sourcebook: CCC-SQC-02-02 The Last Gasp