Looked in the direction Rei had pointed out for the manor house and considered the words of those around her. As she had explained, they were there to find a person, led there by unconventional means but nothing about any of this was conventional. So if there was a person on this land they were looking for it might be or not be the person inside this building. But whoever was in that building had a thumb on the neck of all these villagers. It might turn out to be the person she sought or it could be that this would break her chances of finding the person she came for. Either way it seemed as though this person had a thumb on the necks of all these villagers and that was priority.

Glancing at Seti as he returned an grimacing, "Ah.. I'm sorry that that turned out to be.. unpleasant." exhaling and nodding a bit "These people seem quite unlikely to notice our movements, that might change if we pose a threat, but at the moment I think we can slowly move to the manor house without rousing suspicion. However, Emma and Shamus, if you can do something to make us even more.. non threatening, that may be advisable. Or perhaps something that will help the eye to simply overlook that we are there. We will follow Rei's guidance into the Manor through the front door as Woten suggests and ah.. Seti when you have finished with your ablutions, if you'd be so good as to look for traps and help Rei create an invitation for us." She didn't quite want to say.. break into the manor.

Shamus said nothing about the outhouse incident. He most decidedly wanted to forget about it.

"I may have something", he instead said to Naia and looked to the rest, especially mindful of Emma, his superior in witchcraft, as he explained an early spell he developed, "It is a charm, a bit of an illusion too, makes you not stand out when people look at you, helps avoid attention. Only...", he bit his lips nervously, "I mostly meant for it to be used in busy and crowded places, I don't know if it would work out here in the open like this"

"To do this spell, I'd need to smear the past on the forehead, then you activate it by a whisper, but it's muffled also"

The moment Emma hears "blend in amongst them", the notion is tossed into Vanidyr's rubbish heap. Her patron would never lend his magnificence to such a cause. She might be able to swing making the humanoid cattle appear vivacious, but making someone like Naia pass as something squalid would be blatant heresy. So, the alternative idea is embraced: making the Heroes appear even less harmful.

Tracking down a stump to sit down on, Emma rummages through her Bag of Holding until she finally finagles from it a bizarre-looking doll. Perhaps a voodoo doll of some sort, the proportions of its head are even more askew than with most such toys, and its glossy eyes are akin to black pearls. The doll is set primly upon the stump, whereupon she begins to orbit. A stray stick is grabbed to engrave a rudimentary spell circle into the ground around the stump, and once satisfied with its make she pauses to prepare her paints. "I need a...strand of hair from everyone. Well...a feather from Rowan, I guess."

Shamus would of course immediately yield to Emma in these matters. His spell was useful, but like he mentioned; it was never applied to a situation like this and to other persons than his own. Shamus would simply grab a strand of hair from his hat, making sure its of sufficient length to be that of his hair, not of his bat familiar.

He eyed the doll with interest as he handed the hair to Emma, "This doll", he started to ask, "Is it of your making? I-I mean, it has unique look to it"

Woten furrowed a brow at Emma's request between his hair and beard it was hard to determine which would be easier to get to. His beard was braided, his hair was tied back firmly. His chin rose as he moved a hand under the beard then. What felt like a minute passed before his hand returned from under the beard with a rather curly strand of red whisker hair. Without anything to keep it straight the hair has curled back into itself a few times over. It might beg the question just how long his beard actually was and if only seemed shorter because of the curling. he handed the strand to Emma now

Took a moment to unbind her long red hair and slip fingers through it to retrieve a strand. Binding it back up once more, tightly, in a braid piled on the back of her head. Offering over the strand of hair to Emma and stood with her attention directed around them "Then as soon as Emma and Shamus finish their work, we will move."

Rowan seems highly offended at the idea of giving Emma one of his feathers, but he quickly loses his choice in the matter. Seti plucks one from the shoebill, who lets out an indignant honking noise. Seti pulls out one of the thick strands of his hair, and offers it to Emma along with the feather.

"I made it," Emma answers Shamus distractedly as she dances about the stump, meticulously laying the strands of hair down on it to paint over as an adhesive. "Years ago, though...when I first got inducted into my Choir. Okay..." Once the previously etched sigil is painted over, the Witch of Dreams takes several steps back and raises her arms up into the air. "Vanidyr, Vanidyr, Lord of Dreams...sitting upon thy crumbling throne on the precipice of the Veil...one of thy humble artists desires thee to guide her craft, prithee. Though some amongst us might be homely and others comely, we seek the approval and adoration of these...poor wretches who know naught but toil and banality. May my magic craft a mask...deserving of a place in thy gallery. With this doll as the archetype, let my imagination...run wild!"

If all went as anticipated, the assembled would feel a bizarre lurch in their guts as the spell was cast. While none of the Heroes themselves would be altered in reality, the intent was to temporarily alter reallity's perception of them, which would in turn certainly make everyone appear altered. Altered into what, you ask? Well...imagine a cross between a Pixie and a Dwarven child: small and stout with big eyes and a somewhat disproportionate head compared to the size of the rest of their body with their defining features slightly exaggerated, all in all much like the doll on the stump...and almost sickeningly adorable, the sort of adorable that makes people unable to resist making baby noises to an infant or a walleyed puppy. Especially Rowan, probably.

(Author's Note: Yes, I chibified everyone...)

In fact, all did seem to go as planned. Somewhere, under his beard, Woten was probably reasonably adorable.. though it was hard to say precisely, since his face was lost under a bushy mess of hair and thick eyebrows that moved independently of the his face. Rowan, as well, was a very drastic change. He could have easily been mistaken as a plushie, save for his legs. Those didn't seem to bend at the knee, instead flexible like wet noodles. Vanidyr's sense of humor seemed to be coming out as well, since... the shoebill appeared as if he was wearing a diaper. The rest likewise, were subject to drastic changes, though none were as notable as Naia. The Asyn-Shei Crusader's beauty translated into cuteness in their current state, her big, silver eyes reflecting like pools. Even her own friends and allies had to show self control to resist the urge to cuddle up to her in this state... and in the case of Emma, resistance felt almost impossible (not that she always showed such discretion anyways.)

Naia blinked those saucer wide, molten metal eyes, and stared at the others, sweet pouty lips parted and the button nose of her head too large for her body wrinkled up. It gave her cherubic face a look of whimsy as she swung her head and put her hands up to touch her hair. Delicate little fingers and limbs with her arms not able to stretch high enough. On the back of her head, the braids of her hair were chunky and precious and the heads of her hairpins had turned into adorable little butterflies. Crusader's robes had shortened themselves into a kind of flippy skirt about her knees and her boots bedecked delicate feet. Naia had 'rebelled' a bit and her socks had a few little kittens on them which normally would go unnoticed with the length of her robes.

"...I feel like I'm dreaming a lot of the time." the Asyn-shei spoke and her voice was lighter and higher, but as liquid as it was in her normal state. "I.. suppose this will.. thank you Emma." distractedly as she tried not to look at the cuteness that was the people around her though she had to let out a little laugh at Rowan. "Let's move then, friends." Keeping her hand on her sword which looked a great deal more cute and friendly than it had at full size. Butterfly hairpins bobbled as she minced toward the manor!

Woten opened his eyes and what could be seen of his skin was mostly replaced with two, icy blue colored eyes of crystal clarity. Even the detached eyebrows floated up to make room for the eyes that suddenly appeared, and lightly hung over cheek area the beard. The beard indeed was a mess now, instead of the neat Northlandic beard braids it was more wild and untamed. It also didn't really shrink too much to accommodate his new appearance. The berserker looked like a beard with eyes, arms and legs now. He spoke as he looked over the others and their sudden changed. "Will this really work." he sounded exactly someone who had an increasingly deep voice and inhaled some helium but there was no sign of it stopping. He was actually the same like height or close enough to it as everyone else now instead of towering over the others. finger-less stumps for his hands moved around as he talked and adjusted his clothing somehow. Vanidyr might have seen this as doing others a favor because the war-skirt he had now was actually a pair of sand drake-scale pants. Even the vicious looking Kiisgor Voraathi axe resembled a balloon animal instead of an actual axe. Maybe it was an attempt to help Woten look less threatening?

On realizing what his voice sounded like in this form he opted not to speak again unless he has something to say. He didn't like sounding like a representative from Munchkin Land.