Words of the Constant
Those crafty old bugs...
Oh goody. I should have known it wouldn't be so easy.
Why doesn't it come with all the parts?
Hmm, where shall I place it?
Well, make yourself useful.
Lucky it's just an inanimate tower.
It won't wake up without power.
That blasted tower needs so many parts.
It's powered by ancient magic.
I don't recognize these runes.
I have complicated feelings about this.
This was before my time.
Ooh. So menacing.
Obviously broken.
I suppose it's a type of magic.
Figures.
Of course it's broken.
On or off? Make up your mind.
At least it's hot.
It's no good to anyone now.
I do enjoy a drink.
Hmph. Rather outdated.
It would be a shame to let this material go to waste.
Darkness is an often underrated accessory.
Wonderous... and in my color too.
Some things can be repaired.
If menial tasks must be done, they should be done in style.
It's just my style.
Just because I'm old doesn't mean I like gelatin.
An excellent start to the morning. Or evening.
I don't trust it.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Do we never learn?
These were built to cause harm.
It's surprisingly intact. Still broke off though.
I told you so!
Nothing but trouble under there if you ask me.
An invisible wall? There must be a magical explanation for this.
Nothing but spare parts here.
Ugh, go away!
More wired junk.
A trophy for besting a machine.
Apparently it may be repaired, or salvaged for parts.
I don't like it.
Truly loathsome!
More wired junk.
A machine to fix a machine? What is this world coming to?
This machine really thinks it can tell me what to do?
Someone should collect this bric-à-brac and put it to use.
The blasted tinkerer wants to trap us like rats.