I - I cannot pretend to be a farmer anymore. The Overseer has made it clear. I must be as the others of my species are.

I - I cannot pretend to be a farmer anymore. The Overseer has made it clear. I must be as the others of my species are. I must trade, sell, accumulate. But I will make a final meal before I leave, Traveller. The Overseer requested it: a dish made from Mordite Root, the 'death element'. Go... grow this final crop.

Name wishes for me to use the Hydroponics Tray to grow Mordite Roots.