Peaceful yet desolate, remote and backward, the Giant Crystal Village, scattered with crystal pillars and bathed in sunlight, is inconveniently connected by poor transport. Recently, a group of odd folks arrived, wealthy, well-fed, idle, and with backing. Soon, Giant Crystal Village was brought to heel.
"Who are you?! Do you know who I am? You've got some nerve. My uncle is with the border patrol. When he comes back, I'll report all of you!" A grungy-looking young man was being dragged away by a Stone person, struggling and shouting loudly.
"Keep shouting, it's no use. Do you know who I am?" Negris said with her hands on her hips, arrogantly.
"Weren't you just asking? Who are you?!" the young man struggled to shout.
"Listen up, I am Nefarian Uzmoz Lavalite Babuguli Griegory... the Knowledgeable Negris. Did you get that?" Negris spent several minutes stating her name.
The young man was perplexed, shaking his head: "Who can remember such a long name?"
