Words of the Constant
It's incredibly tough. I could use this!
I'm moonlighting as a tailor.
Crystallized illuminosity.
All that science hiding inside... and I can't get to it!
It doesn't seem to care about personal space.
It has a prickly disposition.
Just the place to make something very clever and scientific.
A simple combination of elements!
It must have come through that strange rift!
This formed part of its crown.
It's so alluring.
Now I can start my very own meat farm.
Is there any trumpetfisk?
Sanity is a small price to pay for science!
Why am I starting to feel a bit uneasy...?
A fowl beast indeed!
Smells fishy.
Plucked from a fine feathered fiend.
I'm making a quill-t!
He's trapped!
Mandrake roots have strange properties.
Well, he won't be waking up again.
Cut it out!
It doesn't seem so strange anymore.
I've heard strange things about those plants.
I feel a lil better when I hold one.
A blank map. Doesn't seem very useful.
Fancy!
I traded the old family cow for it.
It looks carved.
I think I could use that.
Makes sense to me.
I don't think an axe will cut it.
That's burning fast!
One less thorn patch to worry about.
It looks thorny.
Ouch.
It's a plant.
Spikes and fire!
Now it's burnt and spiky.
Not so spiky now!
Those spikes look sharp!
I've heard cooking is basically chemistry. I should try it.
I don't see the resemblance.
I wouldn't bug her.
It looks heavier than the others.
It's a blacksmith mask.
It's a cracked doll mask.
It's a doll mask.
It was a doll mask at one point.