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You move around the perimeter of the room rapidly, searching for whoever might be present. Throughout, you have the distinct feeling that you are being watched. Nor are you wrong—as you move, you hear a voice from up in the building's rafters. "Please…no trouble…"

A thin, weak-looking man drops down from the high ceiling, landing a few yards away from you, and squatting down. Despite his appearance, his endures this potentially bone-breaking fall without injury. Appearances can be deceptive, it seems. He remains silent a few moments, watching you, warily. Perhaps he has judged you a dangerous opponent. For now, at least, he seems ready to parley.

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