Words of the Constant
As a chef, I am quite embarrassed.
I'm almost sorry to leave!
Where art thou, raven? Do show yourself!
Fie! There's naught to pillage!
His attention lies elsewhere.
This hunt will require more players.
This is not a worthy stage for our players!
Let us reprise another time.
Thou shalt not keep me out!
It is not trained to carry such things.
It seems the ravens hath returned to Odin.
It belongs to the metal warrior.
The little beastie must gather her own legions.
This beautiful beast only obeys its master.
Thou wouldst send me into the fray unarmed?
'Tis excess!
Finish thine business with haste! I have glory to attain!
Alas, I am too stricken.
Someone has enchanted it already.
'Tis shielded!
It is not my time yet.
I can only command one beastie!
I must first dismount from my mighty steed.
I hath already found a guide.
I must move with greater haste!
The inferno doth singe me.
'Tis a task for one.
Gasp! My furs!
That's where I keep all my favorite furs and pelts.
I shall let them select their garments first.
I cannot groom without a beast.
First the beast must grow back its mane.
Brimming with power like Mjolnir!
Alas! The charge doth fail!
This wee beastie will not bring me glory.
This non-meat isn't even worthy of competing!
It requireth materials.
'Tis in use, and not by me.
Alas! 'Tis the wrong plans.
Alas! It doth not go there!
'Tis no time for pleasantries!
Alas! Bested by cookware!
I shall wait whilst my allies plan their feast.
I must close the gap between us!
I will not crush that hat!
It is engaged.
No further. 'Tis is returning to the earth.
'Tis tall enough!'
'Tis dry. I shall see to it later.
I will let it finish its work.