"Hey, hey, hey, hurry up! Are you selling or not? The Captain's about to set sail again, and I don't have time to mess around with you. Just tell me how many Echoes you want."
Deep sat on the Explorer Association's sofa, sounding rather impatient.
"I told you, I only trade, I don't sell. What's the use of money in a place like this? I only trade for relics that make me stronger," the large, bearded man in front of Deep said, crossing his arms with an air of complete indifference.
On the table between them was a beast's skull, still draped in animal hide. The bone was a strange, blood-red color.
Deep frowned in thought for a moment. Finally, he gritted his teeth, pulled out a row of long, black needles from his coat, and slapped them on the table.
"We found these on the Earth's surface. They're incredibly sharp and can slice through anything. The only side effect is that they triple your body's pain, but there are no other major downsides. It's a fair trade for your relic."
