Fëanáro Curufinwë

Clark nods but doesn't say anything further before walking out the back door, into the barn and one foot shoves away the hay to reveal the door underneath. He opens it easily enough, despite the thickness of the wood and the size of the locks, and with a flick of a switch, turns on a multitude of camp lights and shop lights that had been strung up around--

Around the strange ship with the perfect circular orb floating within a cradle at the front.