NO MAN’S SKYDB
Traders dialogue
The Gek drops the soft pellets into the liquid, clicking their beak in time with each splash. They stir the bowl's contents, then decant the fluid into two smaller vessels - offering one to me, and raising the other to their own beak.
I take a tentative mouthful of the gritty liquid. A comforting warmth spreads gently throughout my limbs... followed by a hot wave of nausea. Not seeming to notice my discomfort, the trader clinks their bowl against mine, happy to have shared their tradition.
Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.
The Gek seems hurt by my refusal. They snatch my cup away and gulp messily from their own, some of the thick liquid slopping down their front. The smell is extraordinary.
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