Words of the Constant
Ground Triticum aestivum grain.
I believe we could have prepared it better.
I suppose it's ready for the altar.
The exact thing to placate the great wyrm.
It's the correct food, although an insufficient amount.
Not the proper dish for the great wyrm.
Completely carbonized.
Allium sativum, a close relative of Allium cepa.
Roast Allium sativum.
Mutated seed of Allium sativum.
A sweet bipedal Bovidae adolescent.
I shan't question its origins.
Perhaps she would be willing to barter.
Perhaps some barbeque is in order.
It needs to be on the ground.
Smaller than normal, but it'll do.
I need to put it down somewhere to use it.
It can be used to till fertile soil.
I shall have to see what this unlocks.
I believe this is for the park.
What is it powered by, I wonder?
It's a nice enough light.
For mechanically powdering our ingredients.
Home of the local piscean bipeds.
Reminds me of my bookmobile days.
There are wares within.
I'm not familiar with the species, though it is edible.
A wild cluster of edible mushrooms.
I don't think they'll grow back.
Edible bulb of Allium cepa.
Roast Allium cepa.
Mutated seed of Allium cepa.
It is best suited to baking sweets.
All the parts are necessary to construct a fully functional oven.
Wrought iron, it seems.
Quite an interesting sculpture.
Rather ghoulish monument.
A pity. I always enjoyed a good fountain.
We should have full access now.
It needs a key to open.
I wish I could read the writing.
I wonder who's ashes those are.
I should like to study its shell more closely.
Deceased.
An agreeable member of the Columbidae family.
It has entered the REM stage of sleep.
I did miss proper dishware.
It is a natural spring of sodium-infused water.
My suspicions were correct. It has more than one destination.
Quite an elaborate key.