Aight, listen up y'all. Got a deal for y' an' y' ain't gonna wanna miss it, catch me?

[Is everyone ready for this? Oddly, this message is accompanied by the sound of mad laughter in the background, and shaky-cam so much shaky cam of someone running through the haunted forest of Everglade.]

Someone get t' Fayren. Talk t' the mages or sorcerers or whoever. Need a- Oof!

[The camera rolls. Apparently Namur glanced off the side of a tree.]

Need a curse nullification charm, or a shapeshiftin' spell, or anythin' like that! Bring it t' me here in Everglade, an' I'll pay y' a hunnerd-fifty percent, got that? This witch's gone off the rails a bit so y' might wanna grab two or three in case she gets y', too!

Don't worry though! I got this shit. It'll jus' be a touch easier t' bring her in when I ain't a-

[He seems safe enough for the moment, and sets the communicator down on the ground, presenting himself in front of the camera, arms stretched out to the sides.]

Well I think right now I'm a rat or some shit. What is this?

[It's a squirrel. With blue fur and black markings that match his tattoos.]

Anyway, get that shit here quick! Namur out!