Words of the Constant
WigfridThe young scout doth come into his own.
WigfridThe young scout doth come into his own.
WigfridThe young scout doth come into his own.
WigfridThe young scout doth come into his own.
WigfridThe young scout doth come into his own.
WigfridThe young scout doth come into his own.
WigfridThe young scout doth come into his own.
WigfridThe fur foe thinks she's a hat!
WigfridI do love furs.
WigfridI do love furs.
WigfridYou are an angel. Of nasty.
WigfridA fine battle helm!
WigfridNot where I'd choose to hang my helm.
WigfridYes. Slime.
WigfridThey're smashed up good.
WigfridYou are not fierce yet, bird.
WigfridYou must eat to grow strong.
WigfridRest now, young one.
WigfridThe small bird looks famished.
WigfridSuch a wee specter!
WigfridA nice meaty snack.
WigfridA small provision for a long campaign.
WigfridI shall best you, foe!
WigfridI do love a snow skirmish.
WigfridA fine tribute to the Jotnar.
WigfridNot quite.
WigfridI like his helmet.
WigfridA weak brew for the non-meats.
WigfridBy the gods, the stench!
WigfridIt's beginning to take on a powerful odor.
WigfridPerhaps the non-meats are stronger that I thought, to consume such a thing...
WigfridHow much meat is hiding under there?
WigfridThat is not my favored spear, but it will do the trick.
WigfridThe weapon of a brazen Valkyrie!
WigfridTis a divine spear!
WigfridMy comrade in arms!
WigfridThe power of Thor courses through it.
WigfridI'll use this to carry delicious meats!
WigfridFull of a fiery extract.
WigfridIts pungent smell offends mine nostrils.
WigfridIt has the briny taste of the sea.
WigfridThe sweet juice of an enemy.
WigfridCut down in battle, like so many before it.
WigfridEight legs and still no match for me!
WigfridI will give it a fair fight by waiting til it awakes.
WigfridA mediocre offering to the gods.
WigfridAnd it shall not be the last dead spider.
WigfridCurses!
WigfridCrush them at the source!
WigfridThe spiderchild has taken up the arts, has he?