"Manmer the stoneman can always be found in a crouching position. Though this was originally just an effort to minimize energy consumption, at some point it made him introverted and melancholy. On the bright side, he's developed an extraordinary sense of creativity.
The elaborate design painted on his stone shield is his own work and demonstrates the depth of his artistic sophistication."
"He basically guards his entire body with that shield and simply waits for enemy assaults to end. He has a talent for survival."
"His shield has now become a fully operational weapon controlled by his brain waves. Here, too, his creativity comes into play. He can simply trace a trajectory in his mind and his shield will swoop and soar accordingly to defend him."
"One night, Manmer was about to doze off when he sensed that somebody was watching him.
It was a rather uncomfortable feeling--like a sort of gloom that was trying to cling to him.
It was almost creepy, in fact, on account of the viscous emotion that it packed.
However, Manmer steeled himself against the encroaching emotion, and soon came to realize the gaze was not aimed at him.
'It's...it's aimed at my shields?' he said to himself.
Focusing even more, Manmer now perceived that the gaze was not at his stone shields themselves, but rather at the elaborate patterns that they bore.
So, he immediately flipped the shields over to hide the patterns. That's when he heard a voice exclaim 'Ah!' It was Samupí who had been staring the whole time.
The explanation was simple.
I want you to teach me how to create that pattern, was what Samupí was thinking, but he could not get the words out. But no one who knew Manmar would be surprised.
The aura that stoic stoneman emnated said keep away and was strong than anyone had ever felt before.
So it was Samupí had been secretly staring at the pattern, night after night, hoping that it might inspire him.
'I'll give you one if you'll stop staring.'
And with that, Manmer gave one of his precious shields to Samupí, for he was weary of the persistent gaze.
That night, Samupí was so overjoyed, he slept with the shield cradled in his arms.