Words of the Constant
A meal fit for a queen.
Vile bird!
You foul the water you float upon!
Disgusting, but useful in its way.
The currency of the sea.
A tiny elf shield?
Bring me spoils of the sea!
Watery plant filth!
Sea snack.
It is chewy...
A weed I cannot crush under my boot.
I have no use for it!
Fire, fire, why dost thou burnest low?
To protect my fires from Aegir's grasp.
Loge's power repels the night!
I might stoke thine fire.
A humble flame.
The fire has lost its fight.
I need more fuel!
There will be no mending my longship this day.
An altar to Njord!
I can hire fellow warriors with this.
Its tiny gold pieces will be mine!
Tiny nature bits.
Tiny nature bits, cooked to death.
I am no seamstress, but repairs are sometimes necessary.
An enemy looms!
Delicious!
It is your momma I want...
Something lies in wait!
Just sand... for now...
A token from a fallen warrior.
Shark gills!
A helm after my warriors heart!
Ah, a worthy sea opponent!
A weapon for use against a mighty hedge!
Its uses are plentiful!
Its uses are plentiful.
Things may be put on thee!
I could cleave these rocks in two!
Its uses are plentiful!
Its uses are plentiful!
What manner of furniture is this?!
'Tis made from breakable stuff.
Things may be put on thee!
Its uses are plentiful.
Its uses are plentiful!
Things may be put on thee!
Its uses are plentiful!
Its uses are plentiful!