Kytin exhaled, breath misting in the freezing tundra air. His robe and armor were shifted to resemble something more appropriate for a winter endeavor, although the garish blue-on-black with gold accents still let him stand out. On this day, he was a dark-skinned giant of a man, easily clearing seven feet in height. Larger forms were great for the cold, as they could withstand the temperatures much easier and the added height meant he could slog through snow so much easier. In this form, his signature blade took the form of a heavy axe.
Kytin looked about, eyes ever shifting between colors and pupil shapes, before he continued walking. Originally, his destination was the village, as he wanted to test a few theories out on the local peasants, but just as luck would have it, he ran into a couple by the river a few miles back. By the time they'd finally succumbed to death, he'd performed many beautiful changes on their mundane forms, and had gotten so much sweet information.
Information pertaining to the surrounding area, and most importantly, information about a giant, supposedly cursed mansion quite a distance away from the village.
And lo and behold, Kytin crested over a small hill, and there it was, nestled just a mile or two away. Immediately, he noticed that it was in surprisingly good shape for a building that was supposed to be abandoned and cursed. This filled him with a twisted sort of hope as he walked down the hill and made his way towards the home.