I had to use my outdated diary pages to start a campfire again. It’s unfortunate that this forest has no twigs for kindling.
A traveling wizard showed me a game that plays itself. My Lady, I’m glad you don’t waste time on things like that.
Watched a beautiful sunrise over the desert… Why am I in a desert?
My Lady, why did you create monsters? I could pray to you all day if I didn’t have to worry about getting killed by these nasty creatures.
Great One, if I was created in your image, then you must be a being of pure beauty!
Decided to take fate into my own hands. It’s gooey!