Harrowheart startles at this unexpected entrance! His hands clench and hover at his sides while his arms push him up straight. His wide eyes watch as Ixis arrives on the scene, but of course his first instinct is to look up, towards his feet. It takes him a noticeably long moment to look down and finally come eye to eye with the creature from the swirling wind.

Don't make a face, don't make a face...

By some saving grace he manages not to look too terribly put out by the toothy grin of this goblin-ogre, but he doesn't unclench his fists right away. Nexus might be a place of peace, but mages that proudly spout their own perfection generally aren't to be trusted.

With extreme hesitancy he pats the empty space on the bench with his handless wrist, and with a watery smile says, "Come on and... Tell me?... About it?..."