Words of the Constant
MaxwellWhen one gate closes...
MaxwellA gate for your pocket.
MaxwellA fence for your pocket.
MaxwellHmph. It'll certainly repel anyone with taste.
MaxwellWhat insidious magic. It draws power from eye rolls and groans.
MaxwellIt's not gentlemanly to carry manure in one's hands.
MaxwellI don't know what's so festive about it.
MaxwellPositively garish.
MaxwellA fruit for more refined tastes.
MaxwellExquisite.
MaxwellPleasantly sweet.
MaxwellQuite decadent.
MaxwellA staff after my own heart!
MaxwellGreat for magic tricks.
MaxwellHow pretty.
MaxwellI could squish them if I wanted to.
MaxwellI put fire gems in there as a joke.
MaxwellBlasted nettles!
MaxwellThey're all shrivelled up.
MaxwellWords hold power. Pens too, apparently.
MaxwellI should attend to that.
MaxwellA fire pit.
MaxwellA roaring fire.
MaxwellIt's getting low.
MaxwellIt's hot.
MaxwellIt's gone cold.
MaxwellA basic enchantment, but effective.
MaxwellNot much fuel left.
MaxwellQuiet before the storm.
MaxwellBegone, fire!
MaxwellFresh from the murky depths.
MaxwellNot my preferred way to ensnare enemies.
MaxwellI will eat for a lifetime.
MaxwellUgh, it's still twitching.
MaxwellBland... but acceptable.
MaxwellMy teeth are getting too old for this.
MaxwellI'm reduced to scavenging scraps.
MaxwellThat was barely an appetizer.
MaxwellMy teeth are getting too old for this.
MaxwellThese should tide me over.
MaxwellCooked fish in a crunchy shell.
MaxwellUgh, the smell... the things I do for a decent meal.
MaxwellIt still stinks.
MaxwellOw! I cut my finger!
MaxwellAh well.
MaxwellYes, fine. It's nice.
MaxwellJust in case...
MaxwellWhere does it say, "women and children first"?
MaxwellI am filled with the irrational urge to stomp upon it.
MaxwellThis is wrong.