Lowin trods peacefully through the marvelous forest he found himself in, the feeling of the soft tree needles under foot made him smile to himself. As he returns to the little cabin he had built off the beaten path of Niahi Woods, the birds and small woodland creatures stop to inspect him but quickly return to their tasks without care, as if they accepted him or barely paid his intrusion any attention. A small chuckle leaves his lips as he watches to birds squabble over a small corner of the thatched roof, the cabin seemed to consist of three rooms in an L shape, and was made simply, out of what appeared to be mud bricks though if one was to strike them they would find them as hard as any stone one could find.
Before entering the small structure, with it's two shuttered windows per room, he stopped and let the vibrations of the forest sink into and then through him, it was there that hum, which had brought him out of near non existence, though it was closer to the settlement he'd have to venture back to at sometime, there wasn't any question a town full of mages and someone, someone was tampering with powers he doubted they could understand, and if they did what was there goal, he had to know.
Without further pause he opened the crude wooden door and entered though as he went to shut it, he remembered a rather charming solid wooden door with an arched window he had seen within the town of magic. The windows changing colors with the amount of light which hit them, with a smirk he ran his palm along the rough door, and with little resistance it glimmered and gave into his desire the very atoms of the door restructuring themselves to his desires.
Lowin closes the door finally and steps away to admire his handy work, the windows a myriad of dark purples as twilight descend upon the forest, home now he set about dinner, though he was sure this form could survive without the meal it was a nice sensation, the feeling of warmth as it flowed through his still rather new digestive tract.
And so Lowin sits stirring a pot of stew, which smells strongly of forest herbs, wild onions, potatoes, and perhaps just a hint of venison, this pot sits over a fire hanging from a tripod system, which seemed to be constructed from the same material as the building itself.
Unbeknownst to him though as he settled into the rhythmic stirring of the stew, he began to hum in time with that distant lure that had eluded him thus far, and as he did the building and the air around it began to glow a most mesmerizing golden hue which could probably be seen as far away as the town itself, drawing attention he most definitely hadn't attended.