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Survivor

My brain swells with power!

My heart can't stand the heat!

The hounds are growing restless.

Those bureaucratic pigs demand I have a permit first.

I am empty inside.

I smell dung and beast sweat.

Drat! It got away.

I can't follow it in these conditions!

It perked up just a tiny bit.

My pockets are full.

Ugh. My head hurts.

Can't touch this!

That wasn't very informative.

Such magic does not belong here.

I am consumed by the abyss!

Thank goodness.

I want nothing to do with mists and fogs.

The penmanship is atrocious. I can't make it out.

Message in a Bottle

Ah. Another guide to a lost treasure.

What annoying little bugs.

You can't hide anything from me.

That was a waste of my time.

There's definitely something...

That was disappointing.

They're hot on my heels!

Not while there's danger afoot!

I can't sleep during daylight hours.

Sleeping now would mess up my sleep schedule!

I need some nightmare fuel.

Traditionally a siesta comes after eating, not before.

I'm too hungry. I can't sleep.

It's sleep time, not siesta time.

It's a bit too creepy out for that.

I have the worst headache!

That might not be the best idea.

This magical object isn't picking up anything nearby.

You're kidding right?

Odd. They forgot to set it.

I can't possibly plant this here.

I don't believe this treasure is located nearby.

Have patience!

Bah!

Ew!

Gah!

Filth!

That hide is too tough.

That's not going to work.

I need to be more strategic.

That rumbling can't be good.

Knowledge is power. And power is... well, power.