Words of the Constant
Thermal Stone
That's a cold stone.
It's colder than ice.
I could manipulate its temperature.
Nice and toasty hot!
It's quite warm and cuddly... for a rock!
Ahh... nice and cold.
Almost as chilling as one of my campfire stories. Right?
That's a nice rock.
Hot! Hot rock!
Almost as good as cuddling up with Woby.
It's cool to the touch.
It's ice cold.
This isn't an ordinary rock.
I almost singed my fingers!
Something to warm up these old bones.
Still cold.
Vanilla ice.
A temperature stone.
Hot!
It's warming up nicely.
The stone has taken on cold!
Cold teeth bite at me!
A stone of great use!
Loge would be proud.
The stone has taken on warmth!
Pleasantly cool.
It's almost too cold to hold.
A pocketful of stone and temperature.
It's almost too hot to hold.
Comfortably lukewarm.
It's getting chilly.
It's cold to the touch.
It's a rock.
It's hot to the touch!
It's getting hot!
Just a moderately cold lump of rock.
Frozen like my heart.
There it sits, just taking up space.
Those that burn brightest, burn fastest.
As lukewarm and lifeless as every other rock.
It's a bit chilly.
Its temperature is below freezing.
Its temperature is totally unremarkable.
It is warm enough to radiate heat and light!
It is retaining thermal energy. But only a bit.
It's stone cold.
Frozen solid.
A fire would liven this thing up!
Look at how it glows!
No flame, no real heat... what fun is that?