Harrow scoff-laughs. "Duh, he's Harrison Jones. The, uh... The Earth version, not the Azerothian." Duh, dude. Hey, but he'll take that drink clink gladly.

Then he pops open one of the pouches on his belt and hands over a little, spherical, red candy. It looks like a cinnamon ball.

"You ever had magic candy, kid?" he asks before he takes a sip of his drink. That's not at all the sort of question and behavior of a child snatcher. "Eat it. You'll breathe a little fireball. Like uh... Not real fire? Illusion! That's it."