Words of the Constant
Quite a roaring fire.
It could do with some more fuel.
Rather resilient!
I could do with a fire.
An incendiary tool!
This should add some flare to my hunting!
I say! That will come in handy.
I do believe there are treasures within.
He looks like a creature one may barter with.
This puts my mind at ease.
I do admit, I prefer a bit of coin in my pocket.
Huzzah! A small fortune in currency!
Reminds me of my regimental band.
Gathers items without the bothersome act of bending down.
I say! This gem appears quite valuable.
This certainly saves on traveling time.
Rather remarkable woodworking on that.
A producer of sodden manure.
Made from the artifact of those watery beasts.
Music can bring tears to any eyes.
An ivory artifact!
I seem to have picked up a flying pet.
A rather odd acquisition.
Perhaps this may be fashioned into something useful.
Bah! Primitive construction.
I say, this makes for a bit of cover.
I've always enjoyed a roaring fire.
I say, is there no one around to clean this mess?
That tree has been hunted already.
A rather equatorial tree.
Scorched.
I'm afraid it's worthless in its current state.
A gilded chest. How lavish!
I suppose I could carry a tune if the necessity arises.
A resplendent specimen.
I say, one could make paper with this!
Beautiful plumage.
That is what one calls a dead parrot.
Hello Mister Polly Parrot!
He's quite easily stunned.
I say! A piratical parrot!
Rather immodest fellow.
Quite dead, I'm afraid.
Eye say! Haw haw!
Sleeping with its eyes open. Clever.
Makes for a pleasant artifact.
I'm quite the sight!
Quite ornate.
A bush, nothing more.
One wonders what it unlocks.