Words of the Constant
The warrior spirit runs deep within him.
He rages with berserker fury.
He shall not soil mine warrior reputation!
Hath the strength of Yggdrasil.
He is battle ready, I can tell.
The pig died with honor, then gave to me this pack.
Normally I like a good roast, but this is not right.
This is savagery.
Loge did not smile upon you this day.
Come out and go to war with me!
I did not think pigs could make houses.
Do you not hunger for battle, pig?
Is it pig-Odin?
He died with honor.
We ride to battle!
Will you fight alongside me, pig?
That pig looks brave.
It has been tainted by Fenrir.
Laid to waste.
Like me, it hungers only for meat.
'Tis a tribute worthy of the Pig Gods.
The hide of a pig creature.
It smells of breakfast!
Do these pigs worship Loge?
The king of pigs hath granted me this favor.
The belt of a mighty pig warrior.
This baby tree is well protected by spiky armor.
It has shed its armor. Grow, baby tree!
The banner of the monkey raiders!
There lies the treasure!
A weapon for farmers.
I suppose it's close enough.
Still green, but it'll do.
This is no helm for a warrior!
A plant.
I am a shieldmaiden, not a farmer!
Ugh, vegetables. I'm not sure what I expected...
Bested by the sun.
I am not familiar with the playwright.
An epic tale of noble creatures.
A timeless tale.
Hmm. 'Tis avant-garde.
If is looking for trouble, I shall give it to them!
Forged in flame!
Good health to you, !
's restless spirit could be revived with a heart.
Murderer! To battle!
Freya smiles on .
I shall take no pleasure in destroying you, friend.
'Tis an abomination!