Words of the Constant
This is definitely overkill.
I should attend to that.
The stone was born for this.
A roaring fire.
It's getting low.
It's burning in style.
It's gone cold.
This seems like a dangerous thing to farm with.
Projectile flame. I quite like it.
This workstation ignites a spark of creativity in my heart...
It looks... rotten.
I could use his generosity to my advantage.
Petty change.
What use have I for coin out here?
Finally some reasonable pocket change.
It has a good beat, and you can dance to it.
Simple magic is often the best.
This will be quite powerful with some fuel.
I must rely on focusing tools in this form.
A door to another room.
It is smelly and very stupid.
Sometimes one must sacrifice form for function.
Goodness. It's been awhile since I played.
The beast stood no chance.
His irritating appearance is tempered by his usefulness and willing servitude.
I think I should hold onto it.
Now I just need servants to fan my glorious self!
Phew.
It serves its purpose.
It is not long for this world.
In another lifetime, perhaps.
I have used it for my own purposes.
How luxurious.
It's a trap.
I'm going to sing a song of madness.
He has expensive tastes.
A blank canvas.
Hm. Colorful.
Its metabolic processes are now history.
Remarkable bird.
Pining for the fjords, no doubt.
Perhaps I can shut him up.
This creature understands showmanship.
It's beauty has been snuffed out forever.
What a regal-looking beast.
It is eye-dol.
What finery.
This is a look only I can pull off.
This would look great in a hat.
I've my suspicions about that bush.