The grove was quiet, the sunlight dappled through the high canopy, when the giant tree spirit's deep, rumbling voice resonated through the roots and leaves. "Lira," it said, low and patient, "another task awaits. You must seek a Stonekin. These creatures are rare, born of mountain rock and ancient earth. One carries a stone that holds the strength of the mountain itself—a gem to be placed near my trunk. Only with it will the grove's roots reach their fullest potential."
Lira straightened, her hands brushing the leaves along the path. "A Stonekin… I've heard legends," she said softly. "They dwell in the mountains to the north, don't they?"
The tree's bark shivered slightly, like a soft laugh. "Yes. But they do not reveal themselves easily. You must be patient, cautious, and respectful. Their stones are not given lightly. Seek one who senses your purpose is true."
