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Chapter 6
To this day, Sengoku has never felt completely helpless in the face of adversity. In all his years in the Marines, he's never been so taken aback and perplexed that words were impossible for him to conjure. At first, he thought it was a ruse, a simple lie coming from a pirate or a well-capable liar. But the more he thought about it, the less he believed that. So, the only way for Sengoku to truly understand what he was dealing with was to speak with the highest authority in the world government. The Five Elders seemed quite anxious about something, but then again, being at that level of power could produce some quite high stress for anyone. But perhaps it wasn't for the current state of the world; maybe it was for something else.
Sengoku arrived, and the room fell silent, but it was clear that the unexpected news had made everyone tense. Especially the Five Elders, who only glanced at each other, speaking with their eyes, as Sengoku just stood there until one of them finally broke the silence.
"Sengoku, your presence here does not make us feel any better, however, if what you say is true. If this Lunarian actually comes from that place. This changes everything," one of the elders stated, glancing at the rest, who hummed in agreement.
"But how can we be sure this is true?" One asked. "If this was just another crazy person trying to stir something by proclaiming they have been there, I wouldn't pay attention. But the fact that it is a Lunarian who says this... makes me wonder."
"And the fact that this is a Lunarian with multiple Devil Fruits, there's something that doesn't match, and the questions are just rising," another added. "This is not a simple person. Yet, there's so much that still doesn't make sense."
"Sengoku, what else has Kuma told you? Did she tell him something unusual?" One of the Elders asked as Sengoku sighed deeply.
"Not much; their conversation didn't last long," Sengoku replied. "However, the Lunarian told Kuma something. No doubt, she knew Kuma would have reported back to us. Otherwise, why tell him about being from the last island?"
"This is a calculated action," one elder replied. "She knew this would happen. However, the question remains, Sengoku, what did he tell you?"
Sengoku gave the encounter with the Seven Warlords of the Sea serious consideration. Nothing was spoken for what seemed like an eternity after Kuma revealed the Lunarian's birthplace. Yet, not long after that, everyone started showing signs of mild excitement and desire. It was Blackbeard and Doflamingo's fault that these feelings erupted; it was painfully obvious that both pirates would do everything to win over that Lunarian. He could only speculate on what they might do with that knowledge. He did, however, pick up on the fact that not every warlord was overjoyed; in fact, some were reticent and cautious, like Boa Hancock and Dracule Mihawk.
Strange, very strange. Sengoku could only mutter internally, as he believed there was more going on than meets the eye. Still, Kuma's words were not for them but for Sengoku and the Five Elders.
"Kuma told me that she told him that she knew about what transpired 800 years ago. And what the twenty kings did and what they sacrificed," Sengoku spoke, and now the five elders were paying attention to the fleet admiral's words. "But Kuma elaborated by saying that the Lunarian assured him that neither the moon nor they would forget the pledge. And she is well aware that the king still sits on the throne of broken swords."
Those words may sound encrypted, and they were; Sengoku didn't know what they meant, and neither did everyone else at the meeting of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, perhaps only one, but even he was truly lost about everything else. The Lunarian was clearly sending a message, not to Sengoku or the rest of the Warlords but to the Five Elders; she wanted to let them know that she knew all of it, and for the looks of it. Sengoku saw the Five Elders go motionless and knew the message had been sent loud and clear. Due to their emaciated appearances and frozen reactions, Sengoku could tell the Five Elders were scared. But why did they react in such a manner? Sengoku didn't know.
"This changes everything," one of the elders whispered intensely. "Sengoku, you must never speak of this!"
"Exactly! You must forget about those words!" Another of the Elders added, making Sengoku simply stare at them dumbfounded.
"Forget? You want me to forget?" Sengoku muttered, aghast, at that reaction. "The fact that the most formidable pirate crews in the world are probably on the lookout for a Lunarian who uses multiple Devil Fruits and has information about the final island and other secrets, can't possibly make me forget a thing!"
Sengoku snapped back at the Five Elders. "Now that the Warlords know about this, how long until the information leaks out?! They are going to bring chaos to these seas! They'll kill anyone to get the information she possesses!"
The Five Elders frowned inwardly as they realised there was no way to effectively refute Sengoku's claims. The possibility of public disclosure of the truth loomed over them. Yet they also realised the Lunarian had not shared everything she knew about the events of the Void Century with everyone. This was obviously merely some kind of announcement for them. There was a hidden message in what she was saying and doing. But what was the Lunarian trying to do? Why hasn't she told anyone about it so far? That was truly the worst part of it. That they didn't know.
"This is problematic," one of the Five Elders muttered.
"It is, yet the fact remains, we can't let this slip."
"Indeed. Still, we don't know much about this Lunarian."
"The Lunarian knows what she's doing. Yet we don't know what she is aiming for yet," one of the elders glanced at the rest, who hummed deeply. They wouldn't speak about their suspicions or what they believed was the true reason behind the Lunarian's actions in front of Sengoku. Nor anyone else. However, it was true that they still needed to tread carefully and think rationally.
"Sengoku, the captured Lunarian is of vital importance; the information she has can't be allowed to be spread," one of the elders exclaimed, hitting the ground with his katana. "We can't let her roam freely and jeopardise the world government."
Sengoku growled internally, not knowing where to start. "We can't allow our men to leave the headquarters, especially now of all times."
Sengoku's plans for the upcoming event that would change the world couldn't be allowed to fail. Especially with everything going on. He truly believed that, currently, the world needed to remember that it was the navy that held everything together. That it was justice that prevailed and nothing more mattered. Ace's execution and perhaps the upcoming fight with Whitebeard's pirate crew would require all that the navy has to offer. So, he couldn't truly give assets to search for the Lunarian, for whom they didn't even know where she was at the moment. However, he also understood that the Lunarian had also changed things and was pivotal for them to capture her.
Big Mom and Kaido wanted her, and Sengoku knew those two were stubborn and deadly when they wanted something. Of all times…! They suddenly moving now while the Navy is focusing on Marineford is truly horrible! Sengoku growled, clenching his jaw.
"Cipher Pol should also be put on maximum alert," one elder stated, understanding Sengoku's current worries. "So far, we can breathe since the Lunarian seem to be cautious about what she says and does. The fact that she has yet to publicly announce anything of the sort about what she knows just proves that."
"Maybe we should offer something in return," one muttered as now everyone glanced at him. "Perhaps we aren't truly noticing the truth and that we could benefit from this."
"What do you suggest?" One of them, the youngest, asked.
"Something we must talk about in private," he only replied as he glanced at Sengoku, who frowned and scowled at the fact that he was yet again left out of knowing anything. "Sengoku, the orders are still there. Capturing the Lunarian is one of your priorities, though it's true that the current state of affairs can't allow you to truly send an admiral against her in order to capture her. You should take any opportunity to do your duty. Cipher Pol shall keep an eye and ear open about the whereabouts of the Lunarian. Once we have located it, we shall send someone immediately."
Those were hardly the kinds of directives Sengoku had hoped to get. While he wanted to tear out his own beard in frustration, he knew that letting the Lunarian roam free until Big Mama, Kaido, or someone else got to her would be a disastrous choice for the World Government and Navy. Despite his understanding, he continued to be irritated by the Five Elders' apparent desire to keep him in the dark. Yet he had a duty, something to do.
"I shall do my best."
Sengoku only muttered back as he left the Five Elders behind. Truly, he was starting to contemplate retirement.
The tall mangrove trees that sprang out from the sands of the ocean bottom all the way up into the sky grabbed Galadriel's attention. The trees on this island were so massive that whole cities could be built on their branches. She was at first sceptical about the tree-based archipelago she'd heard about, but then she realised that this planet made even less sense to her the more she experienced it. Yet Galadriel was often taken aback by the absurd beauty of the sea world in which she currently lived.
"Beautiful," Galadriel whispered, as she curiously touched one of the bubbles that sprung naturally from the ground.
It was utterly beautiful, with a small touch of ridiculousness.
Galadriel arrived at the Sabaody Archipelago not too long ago; it was the last stop for anyone who wished to enter the New World. Of course, if one were a noble or marine, they could take a more legal and less dangerous way to the next sea. However, that would take the fun out of being an adventurer if Galadriel could be honest with herself. Still, she hid under her cloak but kept touring around the place, liking what she saw. But the more she paid attention to the place, the more she noticed how eerie it was.
Something just felt off, and Galadriel soon took notice of it. Galadriel approached one of the small vendors and bought something to eat. "Could I get, uh, buns?"
"Oh, of course! See, it says, Grand Line, first half! Amazing right?" The vendor showed off proudly, and Galadriel only hummed as she began to eat those quite delicious buns.
"I see…" Galadriel only replied, not paying attention to whatever that man was showing.
"You're just eating them," the vendor whispered.
"How should I look at them while I'm eating them? That's not possible. Also, could I get four boxes? Of each flavour, please."
Galadriel happily took the boxes of buns before looking up at the mangroves. She noticed those strange numbers and wondered what they could mean. So, with that in mind, she glanced at the vendor and put on her most innocent face. "Sir, could you tell me what those numbers mean?" Galadriel asked, pointing at those large trees.
"Oh, those indicate the area of the archipelago. There are seventy-nine trees, and they are divided into areas. You're currently in a tourist part of the archipelago, which covers 30 to 40 trees."
Galadriel hummed deeply, watching her surroundings. "This is truly a large place."
"Here, take this, it's not perfect, but it will help you a great deal with navigating this place."
Galadriel took the map and looked at it with mild interest, noticing the different parts and their names. However, she soon noticed that there was a big chunk of the archipelago that was in red. "Sir, what are these areas?"
"Ah, those are places that I recommend staying away from. Pirates, criminals, and bounty hunters are there, causing problems. As well as human trafficking."
"Human trafficking? Slaves?" Galadriel muttered, frowning deeply at the fact that slavery was still a thing.
"Yeah, there are nobles around this island, and sometimes Celestial Dragons come to buy some. So do be careful out there. Once you've been captured, there's no one coming to save you, I am afraid."
Galadriel laughed heartily at the thought that some of those pigs might have the nerve to acquire slaves for themselves. Yet it also proved that what Roger told her about them was the truth. In a nutshell, they exemplified everything that was wrong with mankind and what the loss of history and not learning from their past could do to people. Maybe this world wasn't like the one she had left behind. Yet there were also some unmistakable similarities. It's so similar, it hurts.
So the betrayers got away with it at the end of things. I can't begin to comprehend Joy Boy's pain at these failures. But he trusted the wrong people. Galadriel thought deeply, wondering what she could have done if she had been in his shoes. Well, it doesn't matter. She sighed as she took the boxes of buns.
"Thank you; that would be all," Galadriel said, leaving behind the vendor. Galadriel then looked at the little piece of parchment that Kuma had given her and hummed. "I guess I should meet them."
Galadriel followed the Vivre Card to where it was pointed to go. It seemed like she'd have to run into those Revolutionary operatives in the same areas where all the bounty hunters and bad guys hid out. It was a risky area for anybody to enter, except for her. Yet something didn't seem quite right as she made her way there. Soo enough, Galadriel noticed people walking in the streets with strange collars around their necks, bowing their heads and looking miserable. The nobles laughing and proudly showing up their new acquisition made her feel disgusted. But it now explains a lot.
"So that's the reason this place felt so off," she muttered while munching those cookies. However, soon enough, she heard a loud cry for help. Galadriel simply moved away and used one of the narrow streets to obscure herself. Galadriel soon saw a man running for his life.
"Please! Please help me!" He screamed loudly, but everyone around the place just looked the other way, ignoring his cries for help. "Take this thing off! I beg of you! Please!"
Galadriel frowned as she examined the odd collar around the man's neck. "What is that?" Galadriel glanced around and quickly saw the expressions of shame on the faces of some of the people there. They were making every effort to lose sight of him and were either avoiding him or going about their lives as if nothing were happening. Galadriel found the strong disregard for this man's cries for help perplexing and couldn't comprehend it. However, soon enough, a strange ticking sound emerged from within the man's collar.
"Eiii!" He exclaimed as he began to try to take his collar off. "Please! I don't want to die! I just want to go home! I want to stop being a pirate! I want to see my son and wife! Please!"
Galadriel only stared, just like everyone else. A sensation of disgust came to her, not necessarily because she felt bad for the pirate. If he had instead stayed home instead of trying to live the life of a criminal, none of this would've happened. Yet Galadriel just felt a sense of disdain at the fact that she was behaving like everyone else. Back in her old world, she used to be the same. Galadriel would ignore the dead children on the streets, or the people begging for anything. But then again, her old world was already dead, and so was empathy too. Yet, that was what she hated. Galadriel just sneered at them as she walked towards the pathetic little man, and with each step, the ticking sound became louder.
"Such a nuisance," Galadriel muttered before pointing her finger at the collar. It was the first time she tried to absorb something material, like a collar. So Galadriel tried to do just that. And soon, Galadriel's bubble absorbed the collar, as if it had become smaller or a sort of metal liquid before finding itself inside the magical bubble. It was a quick series of moves that seemed to be too fast for anyone to notice. However, Galadriel's bubble was able to hold off the explosion of the collar inside it.
The rest of the people were in shock as they could only see a strange hooded person stopping the inevitable. The pirate in question simply fell flat to the ground, and as he inspected his neck and found that horrible collar gone, he couldn't understand what had happened nor why. However, he was tearing up as he stared at his saviour. Yet Galadriel had no time for tears, nor did she care for them.
"Go, you pathetic person, I don't want to see you again here," Galadriel muttered, still annoyed that she saved this pirate only to not be like everyone else. Everyone was staring and trying not to break the status quo. Cowards, sheep, the lot of them. That was the only reason she helped him. Still, for everyone, she was a saint, which she was not.
"Thank you! Thank you!"
Galadriel sneered at him but decided to ignore him. Feeling just enraged enough to save him for some reason. However, as she left, among the people watching her, a certain blond-haired young man only hummed deeply.
"So that's the Lunarian, interesting."
Galadriel raised an eyebrow as she stared at the old building she was walking into; she knew there were some people awaiting her inside. Her passive [Presence of Life] allowed her to detect any possible enemy in a radius of 50 meters away from her, it didn't matter if they were hidden under a spell, or something, she would detect anyone or anything out of ordinary. Although, in public places was a bit useless, since it detected everyone near her. Carefully, Galadriel entered the place slowly, cautiously watching the dark and gloomy room, but soon enough she saw a table and someone sitting on it, humming happily and eating the same buns she had before.
"Excuse me?" Galadriel called as the girl turned back and stared at her. Soon enough, that enigmatic girl smiled brightly at her.
"Oh! It is you!" The girl replied happily as she stood up from the chair, quickly moving towards her. "Hello, my name is Koala! I'm from the Revolutionary Army!"
"Koala?" Galadriel tilted her head. "What a funny name."
"Is it?" Koala only replied by smiling. "In any case, I welcome you to the Sabaody Archipelago. I do hope the island has been a great surprise for you."
Galadriel could see clear as day that Koala was talking about the elephant in the room. "Yes, it was great. Putting aside the fact that slavery is present on the island, I did have a great time eating the buns and watching the amusement park from a distance."
Galadriel said that and she was observing Koala's response to her words, and so far the little girl appeared to be appreciative that she was aware of the rotten fruit on the plate. Nevertheless, Galadriel was careful not to mention more. She wasn't sure what the Revolutionary Army stood for or what their main goal was. So, with that in mind, Galadriel sat on the chair, leaning back slightly, and removing her hood. Now, Koala had a full view of how Galadriel looked and couldn't help but gasp.
"So beautiful," Koala stated, blushing with a smile. "You're as beautiful as the reports stated."
"Reports? So, did some of your agents already see me before?" Galadriel asked as Kaola Simpyl chuckled.
"You could say that," Kaola sat down in front of Galadriel and grinned in response. They exchanged blank looks and said nothing to each other.
"So, this Kuma is a friend of yours?" Galadriel asked curiously.
"Yep!" Koala replied happily. "When he told us about contacting you, we were shocked! Truly, what an opportunity to meet a Lunarian face-to-face! I never had the chance before."
Galadriel raised an eyebrow at that statement. "Before? Have you met another Lunarian?"
Koala nodded slowly. "Yes, well, I haven't met him, but there's another Lunarian around. He's the second in command of the Beast Pirates and right hand of the Emperor of the Sea, Kaido."
Now that did surprise Galadriel, who seemed shocked that there was one of the Moon Tribe members alive. That wasn't something she expected to hear, yet it seemed that her little lie would come face to face with someone who was actually a Lunarian. Or perhaps that proved to be a great opportunity for her in the long run. Maybe she could use that Lunarian in some way that would surely make things better or more chaotic for the World Government. But how? Well, Galadriel had time to think about it.
"I see, that's... great news," Galadriel muttered back, faking relief.
"It must be quite a relief hearing there's another one like you. You're not alone," Koala said, holding a serene smile and trying to appease Galadriel's feelings, which the white-haired girl noticed but played along with.
"I've been alone for a long time," Galadriel stated, carefully thinking about the words she was about to speak. "The place I came from offered no friends nor people to speak with."
"Oh, where did you come from? Which sea is your home?" Koala was intrigued to know more.
"I came from none of those seas. My place where I come from is in the New World."
"Oh! Really? Where is that?"
Galadriel hummed slowly. "I don't know if I can tell you. It may be dangerous for you."
Koala tilted her head, confused and a bit curious. "Why is that?"
"The island that was my home is the same place people are willing to kill to get," Galadriel whispered slowly, as Koala simply stared back at Galadriel confused, before slowly realising what Galadriel meant by that.
"What are you saying?" Koala muttered.
"Koala, the reason why the World Government wants me alive. Why they are so desperate to get me, is because I hail from Laugh Tale. The last island of the New World, and because. I know what the One Piece is and what transpired 800 years ago. All of it, and more."
Koala simply sat there, utterly in shock. No words came from her mouth for a long period of time. Koala couldn't simply get it into her head that someone knew that. The One Piece, the treasure every pirate wanted to have, the knowledge that came with it and all it entails. To hear that someone not only knew what it was, but came from there was just out of ordinary, was outrageous, but Kaola could see it was but the truth. And, those gold eyes tell no lies about it.
"I did not expect this," Koala whispered. "Definitely not what we were expecting."
Galadriel only nodded slowly, watching the girl's reaction. "And no, I won't tell you about it."
"Oh, I wasn't going to ask but..."
"Good," Galadriel replied quickly. "Also, I wonder, when are your friends going to show up? They've been hearing all of this."
Koala was brought back from her shock before noticing those golden eyes staring back at her with mild amusement. She knew they were there. Koala thought impressed by the Lunarian's ability to detect such a thing.
"You knew?" Koala sighed, leaning back on her chair.
"Of course, why should I enter a dark and abandoned place like this if I didn't know what awaits me?"
"She got you there," soon a voice from what Galadriel could see was not a human being appeared. But besides him was a young, blond-haired man holding a tube of sorts as a weapon, which made Galadriel amused.
"We are definitely more than just shocked to hear this. Even more, than we bet on," the young man stated, earning a glare from Koala.
"Sorry, Miss Galadriel, we are also taking precautions necessary for this meeting. We are wanted, but not necessarily alive."
"I understand. We are all wanted one way or another," Galadriel replied while earning a few chuckles.
"These are Hack and Sabo, and we are here to represent the Revolutionary Army."
Galadriel hummed while watching the three agents; she couldn't truly notice how strong they were. Not really, but Sabo, that curious young man, seemed different from the rest. Clearly, he was the one responsible for their safety.
"Pleased to meet you, my name is Galadriel Melkor."
"Melkor...?" Sabo hummed, intrigued by such a unique name.
"We are pleased to meet you," Koala bowed gently.
"Now, I would like to know, what does the Revolutionary Army want with me? Kuma didn't specify."
Koala nodded as she put a newspaper on the table, earning a curious glare from Galadriel. "Mm? Will new kingdoms fall?" Galadriel read the headline as she glanced at Koala.
"The objectives of the revolutionary army are simple. We are opposing the World Government, and trying to free the world from their grasp."
Koala's words seemed serious enough for Galadriel to take notice of them. However, there seemed to be another reason for that revolutionary army and their reasons for their operations. But what could Galadriel truly tell if she didn't know them? She could only speculate.
"I see, that's a huge task," Galadriel commented. "Fighting the World Government is not an easy thing. Especially with everything they have and know."
Koala could only nod slowly. "Yes, it's not easy, but it's the right thing to do. We can't tolerate the fact that the World Government can and does control every aspect of our lives. The corruption it breeds and the chaos it brings. You have seen just a peak of what happens around the world here. That's why we want you to join us, so we can fight them together."
Galadriel hummed, looking at the young girl before her. She could truly understand and sympathise with their perspectives. Galadriel isn't one to join a group and follow orders. That was just who she was, truly. A part of her didn't want to replace Nazarick and didn't feel the need to join a group. However, at the same time, if she wanted to keep her word to Rogers, the Revolutionary Army was a good way to achieve it. Besides, Galadriel also detested those Celestial Dragons as much as anyone, especially since she knew how they got there and the things they had done in the past.
"I won't join the Revolutionary Army," Galadriel said, but before Koala could reply with anything, Galadriel raised her hand, stopping the young girl from saying anything. "I won't join you because I am not one to take orders from someone. Sorry, that's just the way I am. However, I'll help you. I am a natural enemy of the World Government. The knowledge I have is way too dangerous to be known."
Sabo and Hack, who had been avoiding the conversation, caught Koala's eye. Both of them seemed disappointed, albeit for different reasons, and she could tell.
Sabo approached Galadriel and looked troubled. "Miss-"
"Lady, or just Galadriel, calling me Miss This or That makes me feel like a little girl," Galadriel replied with a soft chuckle.
"Alright, Lady Galadriel. I saw you saving a slave not too long ago." Sabo's words made Galadriel curiously stare at him, wondering why the blonde-haired young man seemed so serious about this particular topic of her joining the Revolutionary Army. "If you don't like slavery or the Celestial Dragons, why don't you come and join us? And why not consider collaborating with others who share your goals?"
"And those goals are?" Galadriel asked him now, as Sabo seemed to be taken aback by the sudden question.
"To dismantle the World Goverment and the Celestial Dragons. To end the corruption that plagues the world," Sabo replied a bit confused, and Galadriel couldn't help but sigh.
"Yes, that's one, but if that comes to pass, if you succeed, then what? What are you going to replace it with? What's the end goal? Who dictates what's good or bad or who would lead now? Would you leave each country to choose what's next? Or a new system would replace it?" Galadriel wasn't truly negating their purpose or their true intentions. However, she knew the true history of the world and knew that those words were said a long time ago as well. So she was a bit sceptical. She was still a foreigner here, whether she knew it or not. "Look, Sabo, right? I'm not trying to say that your movement has an ulterior motive for this revolution. Not that your goals are truly bad. However, what I am saying is that my current goals are different."
"Goals? What are your goals, Lady Galadriel?" Koala asked.
"I'm searching for a home. That's what's on my mind. That's my primary goal as of now," Galadriel said honestly. She truly wanted to find where Nazarick was, and while the possibilities of Nazarick being in the world were small, she couldn't simply ignore them. Besides, she would feel safer once she could get access to her vault and all of its items and treasures. As well, she wanted to be able to protect herself from those Ancient Weapons, which she had learned about from Roger and those Poneglyphs. Galadriel wondered how powerful those things could be, especially Uranus. She knew that the other two weren't really a threat to her personally. They had a different purpose than war. However, Uranus was the one that made her weary.
Could I survive a clear hit? Maybe, or perhaps, my World item will block it. I don't know, but those weapons aren't something I should underestimate. Galadriel thought deeply as she then glanced up at Sabo again.
"Also, I can't trust you completely," Galadriel now glared at them, while Sabo frowned.
"Why?" Sabo asked.
"The knowledge I have is already dangerous enough if it falls into the wrong hands." Galadriel was as distrustful as she seemed to be. That was exactly what Roger said to her, stating emphatically what they both knew had the potential to place a massive asterisk next to her name. She doesn't have any particular fears or deep worries, but she was nonetheless cautious. The global government's interest has been enough for her so far, sufficient for her objectives to move. Yet Galadriel was wary of coming across as arrogant. She intended to tread cautiously and not bite off more than she could chew.
Galadriel wanted to truly ruffle some feathers in the world government and make the Celestial Dragons pay for what they had done in the past. However, for that to happen, well, the truth was that only Joy Boy's successor could achieve it. That's One Piece's primary goal, besides everything else. It was more than gold or riches; it was a long line of hopes, promises, and dreams for the future. The Will of the D was the one designated to bring forth a new age. Not her and she understood completely why Roger waited for that person. Galadriel wasn't the one in charge of history, nor the main protagonist of this.
Still, that doesn't mean that she won't take any opportunity to stick it to the Celestial Dragons when she has the chance.
"We understand," Koala said, earning a sigh from Sabo. "It's hard to trust people you don't know. I get it. So, if you're willing to help us, would you be willing to speak with our leader? Maybe both of you could understand each other better."
"Your leader?" Galadriel asked, tilting her head.
"Yes," Koala smiled as she put a strange-looking snail on the table. "I know trust must be earned. I learned that the hard way a long time ago. That's why I want you to trust us! We may not be perfect, but no human ever is! So please, just listen to our leader."
Galadriel hummed as she looked at the Den-Den. Mushi and a clear and strong voice came out of the strange-looking snail. "Hello, my name is Dragon."