Words of the Constant
It will protect my head!
A lighted helm! For the darkness.
The runes hath been drawn!
Tis blank as the cloudless sky.
A surface on which to inscribe ancient runes.
What wonders. Let us duel!
The conquest chest!
Can I add this to my helmet?
He burrows with reckless abandon.
A friend for my pocket.
Who's under there?
It's best to use every part of the animal.
Something fiendish lives down there.
I don't trust him.
A bit of monkey merriment.
What horrors dwell within?
Monster casserole.
Meat of the dark beasts.
All dried up.
Still quivering.
I wish I could ride it into battle.
Something is bouncing around inside.
Ugh! These things are useless!
Settle, demon fury!
The blood will make me strong.
The pest dropped its sack of sickness.
Poison! The work of a coward!
You are not large enough to be my steed.
I wanted the loot!
Are there treasures beneath the gravestones?
A warrior tool!
I do like its glow.
I don't care for mushrooms.
What is this magic?
You don't look strong.
Thin, but warming.
Sea meat in the making.
Strong taste.
It builds mussels.
Become one with the stick...
The foolish mussels shall climb this stick.
The food of my enemy's children is... what to me?
Food for insects, not worthy of a shieldmaiden.
Tis truly a wondrous war lance!
It holds nothing useful for a warrior!
It has been plundered.
The water makes it hardy.
It does not like this dirt!
It will not be consumed by the likes of me!!
I'm more comfortable around my own fire.