Menshai sat on his throne, with his wide wings covering the whole body, which makes you think He's just a ball of fluff. He stands There, In the pole, and erects his long erectile crest, which may variously be laid flat against the head, protrude straight up like a spike or sometimes hang at a slight curve. Once you approached Menshai, He answers something to you.

"Greetings, Mortal. What brings you to my neck of the Woods, while I'm trying to mind my business here?". He sounds so young, yet He's already 43 years old, for such a bird. You don't even know it's him.