A simple, plain old cottage stands in plain view on the streets of Alvadas. The wooden door just bares a simple bronze knob with a key slot with no windows along the walls that can be seen.
Once inside, the cottage is 20 by 20 feet. Yet what is strange about the home is the fact it is always different with each passing day. Somedays the room was filled with water that one could breath with items floating around. Another it would have an layer of snow without the cold. Yet no matter the random effects from the city it was always the same item wise.
A small bed laid in a corner, a hearth in the middle, a chest by the end of the bed with the table and chair near the hearth. Very plain and aged old wood. Yet what was also in the room that was always the same was the view outside, two windows lined the walls yet always moving about giving different views of the city. Even if that view was not across the street.