The giant mouth of an ancient hound suddenly emerges through the face of the monolith. It opens its jaws wide, and foul

The giant mouth of an ancient hound suddenly emerges through the face of the monolith. It opens its jaws wide, and foul-smelling spittle streaks my visor. My nausea is tempered by the sight of valuable commodities balanced on its giant tongue.

Feed the beast. Honour the ancients. Companion beast of legend is very good beast. Feed it!

In a sudden movement the hound shifts the goods to one side of its mouth, spraying saliva over my arms. There's space on the tongue for more, should I wish to give up some of my cargo...