Wondering at why the secondary parts of the spell had failed, the part that should have shifted his exit to an inconspicuous spot if anything was around. His armor was impressive, and he shifted his appearance, looking like a babau. He gave his appearance a slew of impressive scars, including one that covered most of his face, leaving only one eye still working. He looked around, cocked his head to one side, and started jogging toward the compound, aiming to pass by the guard, but not stopping or even bothering to answer unless the demon tried to physically stop him, like he was on an errand for his lord.