"My name is Michael," he replied. "You'll have to take up your worried about the economy to the natives. They're the ones who decide what they take." He shrugged. "But if you have any problems with it, you're welcome to take it up with them. I can't say how much of it they'll understand. They're a fairly... simple folk to say the least."

"I've told you my name," Marluxia began, looking between the two, "What might yours be?"