The house does resemble the colouration of his armour. However, it could be a ruse. To build that armour, he's got to be smarter than me. I can't do this conventionally. So, I now have to wade through *$!^ to get there... Arrowhawk pulled up a sewer grate and swung himself down, being careful to bring the grate back over the hole. A quick scan around for some sign of Malice's entry proved fruitless. "Oh, no..." moaned the archer, "I am going to reek after this. After a long, intensive period of raking through muck and gloom, he found a door, with a cleaner (only by comparison) area denoting that Malice was perhaps using it. After all, if he sprayed away the muck, he'd be less likely to sully his armour, would he?
"Secure," said Arrowhawk appraisingly. Right, I can't hack the alarm system. Plan B. If he can smell me coming... then I suppose a little noise won't matter. He pulled out a handful of explosive arrows and began firing them into the metal door.