Words of the Constant
Nauseating. It must still contain some evil energy.
Eventually the firefly will starve.
It's oddly beautiful.
This pathetic device... gets the job done.
For those with a flare for the dramatic.
It was drawn in a steady hand.
There's nothing on it, currently.
A sign is useless if it has nothing to mark.
My my, the fuel has changed you.
It's almost like he's still alive.
A regrettable end, my old friend.
It has grown cold.
Hot to the touch.
It looks as though it would wreak havoc on my digestion.
I'll take that as a "yes".
End of the line.
Are you picking up what I'm putting down? Do you dig it?
Indecent.
Do I even want anything I find in there, knowing it spent time in a rodent's nostrils?
No wonder they can dig for hours.
Burrow deep, I'm coming for you.
I don't have time for you!
What a disgusting home.
They've been smoked out.
This place is infested with those monkey miscreants.
Something is wrong with it.
Someone has been meddling.
How quaint.
Hmph. I'd hardly call that a throne.
I don't trust it.
I'm sure it's full of fleas.
Ugh, it makes me look like a common deckhand.
It would be unwise to ingest this.
How revolting.
My teeth are getting too old for this.
It's less than appetizing.
Ruins of an ancient relic.
I had thought these all destroyed eons ago.
The staff is powered by the "moon's" energy.
Something magic-y needs to happen, I think.
Waste of a good staff.
How wretchedly graceful.
You can't escape my villainous grasp!
What am I supposed to do with these?
It's a small moon tree.
The cave provides sanctuary from the "moon's" prying eyes.
The gem conjures water springs in conjunction with the "moon's" cycles.
I can feel its eye upon me... watching...
The "moon" is full in the sky.
The... "moon"... has retreated for now.