{ "description": [ "This clearing between stacks of burlap sacks and heavy crates is rife with the mingled odors of jute and oakum. In the amber light of a brass lantern strung between the hanging ballast of iron-banded molasses barrels, a lean grimalkin laps avidly at a hardened puddle of the syrup. Beyond the freight, a wayward belaying pin describes the same rattling arc in the back-and-forth influence of wind and tide." ], "id": 23459, "location": "Wehnimer's Landing", "paths": [ "Obvious exits: out" ], "timeto": { "19109": 0.2 }, "title": [ "[Lick of the Cat]" ], "wayto": { "19109": "out" } }