Harrowheart

Ixis Naugus, someone is knocking at your castle door. Could it possibly be anyone but the small handful of people who dare to visit? Not this time. Predictably, it's just Harrowheart. Well, not just Harrowheart. He's all done up in his explicitly evil set of blue armor – the one with the skulls and the spikes and the flowing red cape – and covered in wounds and dappled with some kind of green, slime-like residue... And it seems he's being trailed by a small mob of Overlanders. Is this an anti-monster peasant riot? The people certainly look like peasants, half-clothed and tired and wounded. One of them has a gun, a few have shovels and pitch forks. They're following him slowly, advancing after him yet keeping a safe distance.

"Naugus!" he hollers in his deep, worgen voice. He looks up to the windows in hopes he might catch sight of the archmage looking down.

"Naugus, I need your help! Please!"

Harrow wanders the roads from the Residential district toward the Parklands with his head low, his worgen nose close to the ground sniffing and snuffling as he goes. He isn't above walking on all fours in his worgen form, at least so long as his hands are bound to his wrists. 

Naugus's tower is such a unique landmark that it would be impossible to miss it even if he didn't have the familiar smell of his new pal Verity to follow. The sight of green crystal on a wizard's castle undeniably points to this being the work of a certain Ixis. Harrow approaches on all fours and doesn't stand like a civilized Mobian should until he's just at the entrance. 

He pounds his fist against the green crystal door and hollers upwards, "Ixiiiiis! It's Harrowheart! I want to ask about your skills!" 

Once he's loudly made himself known he steps back and gazes up towards one of the windows, as if he expects to see that bat-eared beast looking down on him.