Words of the Constant

This fire burns with passion!

It's losing the will to go on.

It burns with the anger of its maker.

I'd better relight this.

The blade both bites and burns.

Obsidian Machete

I deliver fire with the pull of a trigger.

Obsidian Speargun

Ah, this is where fiery items are forged.

Obsidian Workbench

That doesn't look like a reliable place to store things.

Octo Chest

I envy his contentment.

What use is wealth?

There are no riches in death.

Tenpiece Oinc

I can't spend it when I'm dead.

Centapiece Oinc

I used to take joy in instruments such as these.

One-man Band

Temporary release from drudgery.

The Lazy Forager

Such things used to bring me happiness.

Orange Gem

Each time I use it I die and am reborn.

The Lazy Explorer

Only leads to disappointment.

Forest Door

You are heavy with meat. Let me lighten your load.

Dashing.

That I might play a tune to soothe my troubled heart.

Dripple Pipes

It's been severed from its owner.

Horn

I would not trust him with a fish, but perhaps my junk...

Packim Baggims

A dead fish thingy. Looks important.

Fishbone

I bet this leaf mourns its fallen tree.

A welcome respite.

The sun beats down.

I should probably step back.

It's turned a beautiful shade of black.

What lovely destruction.

Its fruit bestows life, but only if I kill it.

It met a fiery end.

Its tree torment is over.

Life is a gamble.

Ornate Chest

Music is the window to my empty soul.

A fool and his gold.

For documenting my pain.

Papyrus

Is it my ears, or does the creature chatter a lonesome monologue?

To squawk, to croon, no more.

A parrot as blue as me.

It slumbers, for now.

If I whispered my secrets to it, would it keep them safe?

Such pretty feathers hiding tasty meat!

Beautiful death.

Many eyes witness many horrors in life.

Peagawk

Alas, only a momentary reprieve from life.

Peagawk

I spy, with my little eye...

Peagawk Plume

A jovial hat to disguise my sorrow.

Peagawk Hat