| The spirit of the earth incarnate, whom the druids of Bowtorindale have named Menhir, reaches out a rocky appendage to take hold of the massive dragon scale when it is proffered to it. The elemental regards the wide flat object with a measure of curiosity; trying to ascertain both its composition and significance. Although at first the scale's golden sheen seems to suggest a mineral structure, its surprising light weight and flexibility reveals it to be almost entirely organic in nature. Flipping it around, Menhir quickly dismisses the intricate assembly of leather straps and buckles that have been affixed there as overcomplicated and unnecessary. Instead, the elemental firmly presses the scale's back to its left forearm, melding it's substance to the earthen surface of the appendage.
Menhir remains in its lowered position as the organic leader continues down the line to offer its last gift to Lidia. It keeps a crystalline eye on the druidess at its side for further cues. Although impressed by the large number of sentient beings assembled in one place, the elemental remains rather sketchy as to the perplexing ceremony's significance and purpose. According to the druidess, the convocation was intended to somehow validate the group's imminent efforts to find the star rock and heal the wound its impact had wrought upon the land. Menhir for its part remains unclear why validation is at all necessary or desirable, but defers to its wise companion's better judgment on the matter so long as it doesn't delay them overlong.
It's only once Lidia finally rises from her genuflection that the earth elemental rises up out of the ground into which it had sank to the waist when the group had first knelt before the five kings. Continuing to watch the druidess, Menhir raises a stubby stone finger to point towards the distant star rock's impact crater; its unspoken question all but unmistakable. | 
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