Óvættrson Tower

The trouble with towers was that they were so terribly difficult to decorate. The inside could be as crammed full of comfortable linen, furs, and other soft and fluffy bits and pieces but that hardly changed the fact that you lived in a tower of all things. You could hardly lean out of the windows and start nailing friendly signs and tapestries left and right. Well, perhaps other people could, but Nels often wore heels and didn't find much joy in hanging himself out of every which window at risk of suddenly meeting the ground much quicker than he had any intention to. Those who had lived near it could tell it was fresh enough that the ground around it had not yet settled enough for the tower to seem a natural structure, hacked up dirt and soil cast about rather haphazardly. Despite the currently unappealing look, Nels did have a process, despite how little it seemed to be apparent.

A major issue was thus far he still had a low grasp of magic within the world. Appealing to higher powers here was like trying to push a rock through a sieve, no matter how much enthusiasm you had for the task you'd likely just end up with a broken sieve and bleeding fingers. In such circumstances, one tended to throw away the rock as well if only out of spite. In such times one would have to look through the natural order of the world, and how it interacted with things. Nels had theories, but theories didn't turn rituals into rites. As such he had planted numerous basic gardens of things most people would either stare at with confused expressions or widen their eyes in some peculiar way that would imply they knew what it was, but did not want to admit as much.

The interior, much to Nels pleasure, was much more inviting. The lower floor was a circle of esoteric shapes and tables, bowls and jars of various strangely smelling herbs and roots laid out across shelves paired with cauldrons and burning wicks. What was strangely apparent was how, mixed into the more arcane implementations were the simple things like a stove and table for preparing food. Strange as it was, it simply made sense to keep such potentially dangerous things on the first floor. The two higher floors weren't as immediately available, and people likely weren't going to charge immediately up to his bedroom.

Even as the days went on and small changes struck the tower, those who lived and walked nearby could tell little else but this. Nels may be able to help with the arcane and esoteric, but he was strange.