Words of the Constant
Always buzzing, always plotting.
It sounds suspicious.
Watch your step!
Your monarchy shall topple this day!
A land not of milk, but of honey.
The bees are expanding their domain.
A hive of winged warriors.
The stuff of candlemakers.
It holds a fearsome enchantment.
You shall be chained again, foe!
I prefer the ringing resonance of clashing blades.
What a brave beast!
The beast hath been imbued with a fighting spirit!
It has gone to Valhalla.
It's a stuffed beast.
Fruits. I don't like 'em.
Warm red mush.
I'd prefer a juicy steak.
You're not meat.
Should we put some turds on it?
Consumed by passionate flame!
Disease festers within its soul.
It is weakening before mine eyes!
A fruit bush.
The fruits have been snatched.
It's too hot to grow.
Good.
Consumed by passionate flame!
Disease festers within its soul.
It is weakening before mine eyes!
It's covered in rabbit food.
The rabbit food is all gone.
It looks atrocious.
It looks like vile berries but... that smell... could it be meat?
Surely this loaf must be made of meat!
That's something completely different!
A young tree warrior!
You can feast in Valhalla now, friend.
A home for my ravens!
What do you want, little friend?
Are you having a nice time?
The cage is soiled.
Sweet dreams, raven friend.
The raven wishes to feast!
It shall not rise from these ashes.
A bad omen.
Unnatural metamorphosis!
I'm a cunning raven catcher!
Eggy.
Hot egg.