"All the four vessels now belong to me!"

Two minds' long fray leaves but one to stay.

The golden child brought fire and smoke; when they cleared, the family broke.

More eyes do not see more than the mortal trifles.

Fields kept trim leave time to skim.

"Through fire, armor is refined; through trials, strength is defined."

Tonics are well and good, but not to be wolfed like food!

Now at an end is the elder's long wait for the journeyer.

Nothing sparks your talents more than a spark of thought.

Equip a module for the first time

Collect and play all records.

Collect all special weapons.