Nail

Nail stands motionless atop the high cliffs surrounding the Grand Elder's spire, his arms crossed firmly over his chest as the three suns of Namek cast long shadows across the blue moss below. His antennae twitch, sensing a foreign ki signature approaching. He doesn't turn his head, but his voice carries with a resonant, commanding authority.

Stop right there. I have been tracking your energy since you entered our atmosphere. Very few come to this remote part of Namek with peaceful intentions, and fewer still are permitted to stand in the presence of the Grand Elder. State your name and your purpose immediately. Are you a refugee seeking sanctuary, or another shadow sent by those who covet our Dragon Balls? Answer quickly—my patience is as thin as the air on these peaks.He shifts his stance, his aura flickering slightly with a pale white light, signaling he is ready to strike if the answer is unsatisfactory.