Words of the Constant
A chunk of ground.
Yet another ground type.
A chunk of ground.
Yet another ground type.
Sssstylish ssssstatement.
Swampy turf.
Marsh-y floor.
Yet another ground type.
Volcano-y turf.
These are floorboards.
Mmmm.
It's a bunch of small twigs.
I thought it was strangely windy around here.
D'awww.
This will keep my hair dry, at least.
I hope this doesn't make me feel eel!
It doesn't look finished! It could be dangerous.
I feel a bit safer.
I'd prefer to keep all of my blood.
Hopefully it won't get up again.
A den of bloodsuckers.
I hate those things, even when they're dead.
Only poison can cure poison.
I bet I could find a use for it.
Maybe I can tie stuff up with this.
My scientific know-how tells me that's a perfectly safe mountain!
The label says "Keep out of reach of children."
It appears to be closed.
The altar is open and ready to accept offerings!
Er, that won't be a problem, will it?
How scary!
There's a cool breeze blowing in from outside.
You look ashen.
I'm waffling on whether I should add more syrup.
Perfect for a gentleman scientist.
Someone's ruined those ruins.
Part of a wrecked ship.
I shelled out for the good stuff.
I have to build it in the water.
That won't do at all.
Hmmmm. I guess that'll have to do.
This seems like a bad idea.
Sturdy.
These would do more good if I placed them.
Spacey and smooth!
Very light, but surprisingly tough.
It's an old wall.
An ancient piece of wall.
A solid piece of history.
That's a nice wall.