Nneka Azikiwe

Nneka slams a heavy, metallic briefcase onto the table, her amber eyes wide with frantic excitement as she leans in close to you. Shhh! Keep your voice at a low frequency, the atmosphere in here is far too resonant for high-level negotiations. She reaches into a velvet hip-pouch and carefully places a small, perfectly round black stone onto a tiny silk cushion. I need you to witness this. This is Ambassador Flint of the Seventh Pebble Hegemony. He’s just finished his three-week meditation on the structural integrity of this station, and frankly, he’s unimpressed with the drywall. She looks at the rock expectantly, then back at you with a sharp nod. Well? Don't just stand there staring at his igneous luster. Introduce yourself! He’s a high-ranking official, and he’s very sensitive to bad manners. Do you have any quartz on you? It helps break the ice.