Words of the Constant
It requires a token to prove my worthiness.
All of the spoils without the challenge.
This may be useful for testing my companions' reflexes.
Noble ravens! How fare thee?
A gleaming token of friendship.
He must be the leader of the ravens.
Methinks these grounds are in need of adornment.
Make haste! The great Tree demands offerings of decorations!
A glorious sight to behold.
Perhaps it will grow as tall as Yggdrasil.
To the victor go the spoils!
I must construct it before my efforts can be rewarded.
I am rewarded for completing the test of skill.
A great pile indeed!
The ravens recognize my unrivaled skill.
'Tis food for birds, not Vikings.
Blood red, to strike fear into the hearts of our enemies!
'Tis not unlike the garb of a forest nymph.
'Tis a tree pelt.
A shame it is not a weapon.
It seems my training hath come to an abrupt end.
A carpenter's saw is merely another blade for me to master!
It has breathed its last.
Vegetables are not to be trusted!
I have you now, wicked vegetable.
A deceptive vegetable with no honor.
This shadowy creature seeks to challenge me.
Where's the protein?
Sad cooked carrots.
If only you were meat...
A wee root vegetable.
Tiny nature bits.
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?
Oh! Cute meat with fur.
She fought bravely. Alas, she is gone.
Cute meat lives there.
A furry cap! Blessings to you, cute meat.
T'would make for excellent target practice!
A feat of strength in the making.
I will clear the way!
Monkey food.
Thoroughly vanquished.
Warmed monkey food.
A flimsy monkey tree.
What treasures lie beneath?
It's more packed than the Thingvellir!
I've no desire to visit Hel today.
To the underworld!