Lockpick

[Werewolf]

A rickety staircase
  A rickety wooden staircase leads down into shadows, the wood so weakened
and rotten that each step becomes a test of faith in the rusted iron nails
holding everything together. A small room lies to the west though a
splintered wall where perhaps a door once stood. A cold wind blows from
above, heavy with the scent of the river. From somewhere below, you begin to
notice flickering lights that could only be cast by torches.

[Exits: up down]

Though = through ?
And no room to west here, seems copy-pasted from other room

[Nuitari]

Fixed.