As you wander through the weirdness of PLnet 47 you stumble upon a tribe of vaguely insectoid beings. One, who is taller and more voluptuous than the others walks up to you. She was the chieftain of this village. She had a spear with a skull on the back that she held as a staff….her four way splitting mouth opens as she speaks in a perfect common amongst the galactic trade. “hello, outworlder. We are the ebemorus. I Am known as jessellie! The chieftain.”