History of Habitation

Vor strolled through the mass of people in the Exposition, lazily glancing at the sights around him. He was focused on getting to the grand structures that held the art, but figured he should see what else was here, maybe finding something that would jog his current artist’s block.
The performance had been easy enough, though a welcome surprise to start his evening off. He wasn’t fully versed on French history and had been given an operatic telling of a creature from local myth, the Tarasque. While it had the distasteful quality of having a close association with the river it lived near, the retelling he had looked over compared the tale to the French Monarchy, for just as the beast was made passive and conquered, so too would the ruling family ensure any threat was handled similarly.
Vor also had frowned upon the true reason for his quick hire. While not able to follow a full conversation, Vor knew well enough what many in the crowd were saying about him. Sirene.
What better to draw a crowd than a traveling Mer with their hypnotic voice. It always made him wish to dive into the closest river and swim home.
Shaking away the memory before it further stirred his anger, Vor concluded that taking his time would only make this more difficult and quickly made his way towards his destination. He quickly found himself distracted by a noteworthy area.
Looking up at the monumental Eiffel tower, as he remembered it being called, he found it an eyesore compared to the mix of lodgings around its base. A nearby sign marked it as an exhibit, the “History of Habitation”, his notice immediately taken by a traditional Scandinavian shack. Looking about the scene, Vor quickly saw several historical flaws, though saw with some respect the more artistic rendition the creator had been looking for. He could envision the quaint home in a fairytale and almost expected a finely dressed fox to appear, a gleeful smirk finding purchase at the fond memories it brought up. He gave a small bow to honor the artist, before his eye caught an odd item in the scene.
He couldn’t quite make out what it was exactly, but something in Vor’s being told him it was a genuine article. Drawing closer to the exhibit, he couldn’t help but wonder how the artist had gotten hold of an Araunda artifact.