Sinthorn follows the group inside after a brief while,  letting out a soft sigh.   Once out of the jungle environs, he proves much easier to see....the more so as he shifts forms,   shrinking down to that of an attractive human male,  mid twenties,  with long dark brown hair in a ponytail that flows just below his waist and bright green eyes.  He's dressed in a fine cream colored silken tunic,  black tights, and black slippers.<br/><br/>He bows to Penny,  murmuring. .  "My thanks for your hospitality, and my pardon for my suspicion.   The last beautiful woman I met in these jungles was bate for a trap."  He lets out a sigh.  "As for sleep,  I usually rest in the warm grip of the earth...though I confess,  company holds more allure after this day."<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>His natural form,  though the clothing itself is an illusion,  touch it and get a will save.<br/>