I didn't need a famous sword, and I didn't want a famous bow either.
And all I'd use a famous spear for is as a laundry pole.
But this. This alone is what I wanted.
I desired it no matter what I had to do.
These bales exist solely to bring people joy.
Nobody wants to be unhappy, and everybody likes it when their stomachs are full.
Well, obviously enough there were ne'er-do-wells who wanted these bales' power, but...
If I grabbed all three and ran, that was the end of that story!
Yeah they were a little heavy, but it was the weight of happiness.
And heroes are used to holding heavy stuff, anyways!