Nail led He-El, Bulma, and Yug into the village. It was a very simple village; even the highly respected Grand Elder lived in a humble place. The buildings were low, with round or bubble-shaped windows, their overall forms resembling abalone shells or snail shells.
Curious Namekians watched He-El and Bulma, who looked different from them, from both sides of the road, their eyes filled with curiosity.
Nail led He-El, Bulma, and Yug to a slightly larger house within the village.
Nail knocked on the door. Only after receiving permission from inside did he open it and invite He-El, Bulma, and Yug in.
Inside sat a plump, kindly old Namekian with countless wrinkles across his aged face. His seemingly sleepy eyes opened slightly when he saw Yug, and he greeted him calmly. "Yug, what brings you here?"
After asking, the Grand Elder looked toward Yug's side and saw He-El and Bulma. Seeing that they were not Namekians, he found it somewhat strange that Yug had brought them here.
"Grand Elder, they are Earthlings invited by our people who escaped during the last climate disaster to help us," Yug respectfully introduced He-El and Bulma. "This is He-El, and this is Bulma."
"Hello, Grand Elder. Piccolo asked us to come help Planet Namek. You may not know Piccolo, but you should know Piccolo's father, Katas," He-El said.
"Katas, and Piccolo as well... I know them both. I never expected them to survive on another planet. That is truly wonderful." Upon hearing familiar names, a relieved smile appeared on the Grand Elder's plump, aged face. He was delighted that Namekians had survived the last climate disaster.
"How are they now?" the Grand Elder asked with concern.
"After Piccolo's father, Katas, sent Piccolo to Earth, he left and has not been heard from since. As