Eek sat, cross-legged, in the middle of a cleared cavern. Familiar voices muttered in the background, words turned to gibberish by the myriad echoes and reflections produced by the former mine's haphazard construction. The pixie's wings moved slowly outward and back again, out and back, a hypnotic reminder of mayflies for the companions waiting some ways apart for the caster to ply his trade. Curious runes were scratched with studied carelessness around him, the bare minimum effort to cast an irritatingly-complex spell. An ornate cup sporting similar markings (albeit carved with far more care than the pixie might ever muster) sat just in front of its owner. Eek produced a small vial of red liquid from its robe, removing the cork and gently tipping the substance into the cup. A finger was dipped in and a few words muttered to mix the arcane cocktail. Eek lifted the cup to his lips, drank deeply, then sat a moment to let his potion run its course. As his eyes glazed over, he lifted the first of the unidentified items from the floor.

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Some time later, the fatigued spellcaster lifted the last item from the small pile: a tiny, yet detailed, model of a cabin. The windows flickered in the dim torchlight, seemingly lit from within. As the pixie's fingers explored the surface and his mind explored less-visible realms, a word jumped fully-formed and almost audible into his consciousness. Eek shook his head confusedly, and attempted the divining again. The word almost-sounded again, the same as the first time. Stymied, Eek ended the spell and slowly, stiffly, stood. The party's mutterings grew louder and closer as they saw their Modifier rise and moved in to see what new enchanted baubles the group had discovered. As they approached, Eek strode a ways to the side of the piled items and placed the tiny cabin on a convenient spot. When his companions drew close enough, he backed away from the cabin and indicated for them to stop. "Behold," he intoned, "CaaAAAaaAAAabiiiiiIIiin."

"What kind of egg-sucking fool name is th-", Seped demanded, only to interrupt himself with a surprised yelp.

With a whoosh of air, the intricately-modeled cabin erupted into a full-sized version of itself. Light flickered from inside the windows, and smoke rose gently from the chimney only to curl a few feet above against the cavern's ceiling. All involved stood, and pondered whether the command word or the item itself were more bizarre. The word, it was eventually decided, was the more disturbing feature, and from that day forward any mention of cabins (with or without the addled intonation) was greeted with a panicked scuffle to make room for a possible expansion and subsequent glares of consternation.