Rowan Cabin

Kate Kyland walks up to Rowan cabin and knocks.

Clunk clunk clunk.

Kate frowns at her silvery hand. Now that her skin was made of living mithral, Kate kept noticing differences. Even small things like smells and the weight on her body. Not to mention that the metallic click of her fingers when she tapped them together gave her a feeling of Deja Vu.

Maybe she should have gone somewhere and asked for a dispelling first. Oh, well, too late now.