It's pretty okay. It tastes familiar and strange, like chocolate blended with something deeper, older. You begin to know it as a dark gap in reality; a pure nothing. Your sense of self spirals outward, until Novembius sneezes.
"Yeah, it does that. But good though, right?"
You nod at the voidbeast. You wish you had another nut.
"You know, you look a little lost, that is, you don't look like you're from here." He pauses to lick a blurry, unembodied paw. "I can help you get out of this place. Novembius has knowledge, if you have coin."
Give Novembius the coin.