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Torm caught the ragdolled guard with ease, hauling him up and quietly covering his mouth. For a moment, all the man would see is the nigh-emotionless expression on his face, before blacking out. Once he was dealt with, Torm quietly sets him aside, sliding him out of view of anybody on the roof. Weapons stripped of him and tossed away into a nearby trash bin.

Once that was dealt with, Torm leapt across to an intersecting roof, and dropped down out of view of the building. For a moment, the Kiffar focused, allowing his small influence on the world to fade, and hiding his face with the race's fairly typical brown robes, before approaching the building. He approaches the guards in front, and when questioned about his presence, he calmly waves his hand, stating that he was here to perform a simple routine inspection. The gesture held more subtle connotations, allowing him the briefest of moments to influence their decision-making patterns, and allow himself past.