Harrowheart might have the upper hand here: Portal magic is not uncommon on his world, and is in fact his preferred method of arrival in the Nexus. He doesn't wait for the rest of the group to follow through the barrier, but nods respectfully at Horvath and steps through the rift with confidence.

Inside, he steps away to ensure others can follow, and then he works a little magic of his own. A magical smoke swirls around him and in the span of a breath, to quick to comprehend with the naked eye, his form twists and transforms into something entirely different. With a heavy thud he falls to his hands in the shape of a lupine monster. He's a bulky thing, in the front at least, with broad forearms and an arching back. What parts of him aren't covered by armor are thick with golden fur. From his long snout extend two jutting, tusk-like lower fangs, and at the top of his wolfen head two stumpy ears swivel as they pick up sounds. His runeblade is still strapped to his back, where it might likely stay if he needs to wander around on all fours like this.

He doesn't wait for direction, but goes about the room with his black nose twitching, chest heaving as he snuffles and snorts his way through everything. Clothes, rags, cabinets, beds... Hope nobody who was staying here values privacy in any way, shape, or form!