Haruk has certainly had better days.
This one started poorly. His cloak shifted off him in his sleep, and he woke up with a mild sunburn and a headache from the light in his eyes. The party's fighter, some forgettable dwarf, poked fun at him for being delicate, and Haruk threatened him with a boot up his ass. And then the camp was attacked by - some kind of demon? Probably? Haruk doesn't know enough about the planes to be sure. Anyway, before he could do much of anything it hit him with a Plane Shift, and he was abruptly in a sweltering tropical jungle.
Which is where he is now.
He'd have heatstroke, if he weren't dragon-blooded. As it is, he's just deeply annoyed.
He peels Bol off his shoulderblade and asks "Do you have any idea where we are?"
"Not a clue, Boss," the skull admits. "But hey! It's an adventure!" Then he merges back into Haruk's skin.
He doesn't know why he keeps Bol around, he really doesn't.
One of the nice things about his heritage is that, as of relatively recently, he can fly. So he unfurls his scarlet wings, and with a few powerful flaps, propels himself into the air. Maybe he can spot some civilization.