There was once a magician and a druid, crossing the mountains of Everwhite. They carried with them some fine kegs of dwarven ale, of which they drank profusely. Utterly and completely drunk, they started showing off each other their magic prowess. Stuttered arcane spells and misnamed Mother Nature’s cantrips mixed together nicely, and thus the Sentients Rocks were created. Once sober, ashamed of what they did, the two magic users left the place and never returned.
The rocks just stood there, quite confused. They rarely if ever talks, looking at you with candid eyes.