Words of the Constant
Well, I'm not stepping there.
Obviously something comes out of those.
Useless now, aren't they?
Deadly. I like it.
A little light in this dreary place.
A little light in this dreary place.
I shall be a great leader.
Not my problem.
Hmmm... The are a lot of artifacts in there.
Nothing I can do about that.
Hmm... I may be in the market for some oddities.
Agh! Put it out! Someone!
Ahh... more my style.
Serves them right.
Can I exchange this money for anything useful?
Serves them right.
I could run this place better.
This town has a vandal problem.
I deserve that.
A shame.
Finally some decent food.
I'll have to get my roses elsewhere.
Every breastpocket needs a fresh rose.
Generally, I'd say it's on fire.
A common boutique to purchase common goods.
Everything burns.
I may have use for a millinery.
A pity.
Seems even filthy pigs need the occasional pampering.
I do fancy roast vegetables.
A simple grocer.
He'll have to rebuild his own shop.
Full of schemes and plans. Like me.
Live by the sword, die by the flame.
Well, well, well...
Drab.
It has been exterminated.
Shoo, vermin.
The pest is asleep.
How amusing.
Has a certain dramatic flare.
A more outdoorsy type might be able to make something of this.
Huh, it seems to belong in the ground.
I'll not be meeting the same fate!
Is this amusing?
I suppose it will do.
Ashes to ashes.
Such a fascinating device.
The tool of choice for perfectionists.
Protects my most important part.