Words of the Constant
The tool of a destructive civil engineer.
Quite radiant.
A dormant street lamp.
Some form of Arecaceae.
Requires quite a bit of care.
Surplus clippings to be used in bartering.
An organic form of transportation.
Count down to combustion!
Explosives make me a tad uneasy.
The seed of Arecaceae. Enormous!
Arecaceae has taken root.
Coconut flesh, quite delicious.
I managed to pry past its outer defenses.
I do love a cup of coffee and a good book.
Very high in caffeine.
Ahh, that roast smells delightful.
It produces coffee.
It is not flowering at this time.
Coffea genus.
Bean gone awhile now.
It is too hot for the Coffea plant.
The fire has almost self-extinguished.
A rather strange, magical fire pit.
That fire is burning at an alarming rate.
The fire could use some more fuel.
A perfectly unusual fire.
I can re-light it.
The fire has almost self-extinguished.
A fire pit. It's chilly.
That fire is burning at an alarming rate.
The fire could use some more fuel, whatever fuel it takes.
A fire. Of some kind.
I can re-light it.
East.
My coordinates remain unknown.
North.
Northeast.
Northwest.
South.
Southeast.
Southwest.
West.
Oh dear. Those are some large droppings.
For a new wing to my library.
Mandragora officinarum, cooked in the name of discovery.
It is slightly more appetizing when cooked.
It's still a little bit poisonous.
It is slightly more appetizing when cooked.
Now it's truly derelict.
It's got a bit to go before it's ready.