Words of the Constant
Cartographer's Desk
So much for that.
Nothing but ash now.
Now I can show everyone what I found!
That's not a proper campfire!
Someone wasn't practicing fire safety.
We're mapping out the wilderness!
That's not good.
All that's left are the memories. And some soot.
We'll be able to explore a lot faster if we map out where we've already been.
Oh dear!
Well, that won't help our explorations much.
I hope my penmanship is legible.
Alas! My hunting excursions will go unregaled!
I've no choice but to act out my directions now.
What legends might I find within these maps?
Such directionless destruction.
Useless.
Mapmaking is a soothing pastime. Methodical.
Ohh no, uh, oh no!
That's probably why I wasn't allowed in father's study.
Heh heh. I was never allowed in father's study.
Well, old maps always do look burnt at the edges...
No more mapmaking, then.
Maps are best with monsters drawn on the borders.
Can we have nothing decent?
The destruction of knowledge is such a difficult thing to stomach.
Ah! A proper desk! Just look at the finish on that wood!
Yes!!
Scouts don't need maps, anyway.
I guess I could show everyone where I've been.
Welp.
It's okay. I'll assemble another.
Good place to kick your feet up, if nothin' else.
Is no good!
No more little pictures.
Friends make little pictures to help Wolfgang not get lost!
Looks like the map ends here.
Eh, I prefer to just wander around the woods anyway.
Heh. Has a little compass and everything.
No! Fire! Fire!
Oh. Oh no
Needs Findy Paper
Someone's been up to some mischief.
That's all she wrote.
I could make maps to anywhere and nowhere.
Bye-bye!
Gone now.
Mermfolk don't need map!
BAKING MAPS
MAPS BAKED