The warrior stares mistrustfully, seeming to weigh something up in their head. Finally, decisively, they offer the bowl

Warriors dialogue

The warrior stares mistrustfully, seeming to weigh something up in their head. Finally, decisively, they offer the bowl toward me, gesturing at my suited body.

Dialogue choices

Offer gloved hand

%NAME% daubs a little of the paste onto my exosuit. The nano-fibres immediately darken to a matte black, seeming to consume the light surrounding them. The effect is impressive for such an apparently simple mixture. %NAME% smiles - a rare gesture for this aggressive species. They seem pleased with my participation in their ritual, and provide a small gift to assist my future battles.

Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.

Offer ungloved hand

%NAME% chuckles, impressed with my boldness, and daubs a little of the paste onto my bare hand. It tingles, burning cold - a sensation that soon spreads up my wrist, my arm, my shoulder. The world tilts, and I have a sudden vision of myself speeding into battle, the muscles of a huge mount rippling beneath me. My sibling-warriors and I charge into the night, twin moons above. Bolts of glowing plasma pierce the darkness, extinguishing the crimson eyes that float around us. The vision fades. My hand aches. %NAME%, watching my face, nods knowingly, and provides a large gift to assist my future battles.

Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.

Politely refuse

As delicately as I can, I decline %NAME%'s offer, trying to convey that I am no Vy'keen warrior. Seeming to understand my meaning, they are impressed with my respect for their people. They dismiss me with an approving grunt, their estimation of me re-evaluated.

Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.