Warren had left his village with nothing more than the clothes on his back with the curses of his people weighing on him. He was the chief's son but once he started having the visions and had talked about leaving their hidden village others drew away from him. Finally he told his father he was going leaving without another word. He would keep their secret and decided that he wouldnt come back unless he had an extremely good reason. 

He had reached the city where he was supposed to find the being his visions were leading him to. Apperently a festival was active within the city and creeping into the surrounding area as well. Sitting in a tree where he could view the city wall and the gatehouse he saw that the guards were being just a jovial as the citizens. Masks adorned some of their faces as well as decorative clothes. Some even dressed as spirits of the wood. He saw his way in without causing a scene. Though he saw some of his less beastial kin he wasn't about to stride in without something to cover his more animal like features. 

Cupping his hand next to the tree and whispering lightly it set him down on the forest floor. Then he spoke to a tree who was at the last of his years. It yearned to be something more than to just die so Warren offered it a bargain. "I will take your bark, trunk and what leaves you have left as a disguise. In exchange I will take your soul and place it in an acorn and you shall accompany me. You shall see all that I see and will one day become a spirit of the wood taking your bark, trunk, and leaves back so you can disguise yourself as a tree whenever you wish." The tree smiled widely within its soul and agreed to the bargain. With that Warren took an acron who had not received a soul. It wasn't rare that it happened but uncommon. Warren chanted the ancient language that he learned from the medice woman and the tree's soul flowed into the acorn. With that Warren took the bark and leaves fashioning them into a cloak that flowed so long it trailed a bit being him covering his legs very well. The truck he shaped with magic into a mask that covered his snout, forming it so that it would open and close with his mouth. They wouldn't be able to see anything but his tongue only if he stuck it out. His arms were covered by the sleeves and hands covered with wooden coverings so as not to expose his claws. Satisfied he began his trek to the gates as a seven foot tall wood spirit with dragging cloak. 

He reached the gates people gasped and a guard froze. "Hello ." Warren said waving his wooden hand. "Just here to enjoy the festival. You like my costume? It took two years to make and it's hard to put on but worth every second from the look on your faces now." The ploy seemed to work as people smiled before moving along. The guard congratulated him on his success and said that if he didn't know any better he might have thought that he was an actual wood spirit. Warren had laugh an proceeded inside. 

Exploring he found the city decently easy to navigate even with his bulky costume. Taking a back alley he stayed there to get out of the crowd then noticed an abandoned building partially damaged. He moved and jumped to the top with only a small section falling to the ground. Then he heard it...

Another vision struck him like he had been hit by a a flying boulder. It almost knocked him off the ledge he was on. The words and places flashed in his mind then echoed as he steadied himself. Breathing heavily he sat back looking out. There was a statue of what looked like a hero and people in robes stood close by it. Warren just sat there content with no one around him. Removing his mask he sat and watched the revelry around him. Something was going to happen here. His vision said it would.