Sail away , sail away, sail away.
Actually, Icarus, you’ll need to hit Level 20 before you can have some wings.
STELLLAAAAARRR!
Ain’t no mountain village high enough.
We will stand tall, face it all together, at Greedfall.
I’m not doing that “…the end, the end” bit again.
Romeo is a Surreal Man.
A plane experience.
Sometimes-not-winter, more like.
That’s an oxymoron.
Not my tempo.
Come again?
Who needs ten grilled fish for a dinner, seriously?
Ever wanted to carry ten swords at once?
There’s no mention of salutors in the song…
The mustard levels are off the charts!
Extract me out of here already.