Words of the Constant
To sculpt, to carve, no more.
A block of marble might suffice.
Ah, yes. Not terrible.
Hmph. I was never a fan of the Grecian look.
That looks much better.
We'll get you out in a tick, friend.
Come now! I liked that one.
I've seen that head before... but never in marble.
Waste of good marble if you ask me.
Back as intended.
We'll get you out in a tick, friend.
My creations! How rude.
That looks... familiar...
Some truly questionable taste in decor.
Doesn't that feel better now?
We'll get you out in a tick, friend.
Why would anyone want to cover this up?
That's quite the schnozz.
Well, it's useless now.
Now to see if Higgsbury's ideas hold water.
It looks passable.
It would be easy to wreck a vessel on one of those.
It's empty. Someone do something.
It's full. Someone do something.
One more thing to lug from place to place.
I suppose these won't plant themselves.
Broiled the life out of 'em.
This is a conduit for strong revelatory magicks.
A fine and noble endeavor.
Someone should clean that up.
Finally, someone who'll carry my things.
The wilderness is tough on a tailor made suit.
What have I become.
I'm a shadow of myself. Ha-ha!
A pulse of malice and betrayal beats within.
Mind the gap.
It doesn't intimidate me.
That was too easy.
Yes, I see you.
You think you're the master of sleight of hand?
I'll leave a bitter taste in your mouth, pal.
What are you smiling at, pal?
An unwelcome guest.
You think you can look down on me?
Lovely.
This is some decent magic.
What shall I fashion from the shadows?
There is work to be done.
And yet it offers gifts from below.
Fancy...