Words of the Constant
Ashen.
Not as fertile as its brethren.
Rather prickly fellow.
Rather arrogant chap.
Harrumph. Big-headed blowhard.
Curious device.
I shall have to locate the key!
I prefer a robust military march.
A tad grandiose for my taste.
It's been cut down.
There's no need for such behaviour!
Advantageous.
I could use this as food!
Ahh. A proper meal.
A pity...
At last, some civilized food.
It's drying nicely.
This rain rather complicates the drying process.
One can get some decent food with that.
A light meal whilst on the hunt.
I say! I wonder what a piscine civilization looks like.
A piscatorial member of an primordial society!
I can't say I'm bothered by that.
What a curious beast!
A pity. Now I cannot study it.
I should like to study this primordial society.
The den of those curious fish creatures.
Thank goodness! I was afraid the mail wasn't getting through.
A rather bland bottle.
Has a rather Spanish flair to it.
Quite useful in the dark.
A signpost of sorts.
Let's see if my drawing skills are up to snuff.
I should think it's better off in the ground.
He rather doesn't want me to be here!
One hopes the treasure within is as ornate.
A horn from that rather savage beast.
You little rascal...
Huzzah! I've caught it.
I believe a beast is hiding under there.
Makes it rather easier to explore ruins.
Aha! I've found its home.
My word! Throwing poop is rather uncivilized!
Something to distract those simple fecal throwers.
It smells rather like those barbaric creatures.
I prefer my meals sans hair, thank you.
Rather grotesque.
Not fit for a civilized gentleman.
Bah! A gentleman has his standards!
I say! A rather intriguing bit of geology!