Words of the Constant
Kinda rough.
A stone floor.
Hmph. A cheap replica.
A stone floor.
Hmph. A cheap replica.
A stone floor.
Hmph. A cheap replica.
Turf.
Dirty.
Turf.
Turf.
Turf.
A stone floor.
Turf.
I prefer hardwoods.
How festive.
It's a big, bulbous turnip.
Hardly improves the taste.
Am I supposed to plant these?
He's rather thick-headed.
Oops.
Bathed in fire.
That's not about to grow back.
What has brought this blight upon my world?
The tree of an amateur.
I could plant it... but why?
It's of no use in it's current state. Only time will tell.
Look at you. You're useless.
Common, but useful.
Ah. Just what we needed, a fresh pair of eyes...
Ah. Just what we needed, a fresh pair of eyes...
It's crooked!
It will have to do.
Just what are you up to now, Charlie?
This place is falling apart.
With my luck it'll lead me to my doom.
I could have found my way here without it.
Blasted thing won't work here.
Hmph. I'll put you in your place.
Don't you move!
Throw the switch...
Impressive. I'm starting to see why our assistance was necessary...
How troublesome.
The Keystone...
What might those moon worshippers have used for power?
Can't tie a rope? How exciting.
No turning back now.
It's already been taken.
I should secure a rope, in case I ever need to return.
It's part of a thing.