Words of the Constant
This slop could be useful.
Ohh, look what the goober left for me.
A repulsive vegetable concoction.
The beast's been disarmed!
You are still a great warrior!
Tis a fair and noble beast!
Draw your weapon and fight me, beastie!
A fine horn, indeed!
This is powerful milk.
T'would be no help in battle.
A tool of gold!
Gold for gold.
A weapon of very wealthy farmers.
Digging like a king!
A tool far too magnificent for those worthless seeds.
Such a pleasing gold piece.
A shieldmaiden deserves a soft bed of dunn.
The life has gone from it.
Loge looks upon you!
Disease festers within its soul.
It is weakening before mine eyes!
That could be useful.
I eagerly await the next harvest.
The heat has defeated this plant.
What fine flaxen hair.
Alas! It is stricken.
What flaxen scales.
Flowers are not befitting a warrior, but wet armor is even worse.
'Tis empty.
A spirit doth abide within.
A sauce worthy of the gods themselves!
Enhanced emerald crafting skills!
An emerald stone.
Odin gave his eye that we might see.
Twirly green power.
Terrible!
Charred by flame or not, that will not touch my lips!
It has risen!
Hide, coward.
I see fungal spores.
The pools hath been enchanted.
The pools hath been enchanted.
Yum, creamy!
Hmm, dark wing turds.
Such energy!
How sinister! I nearly mistook it for a true apple!
I shall uncover its secret center!
Tis not meat, but tis close enough!
They look like that which writhe and crawl.
You shalt not break me, confection!