Landa approached without issue.  She thought she heard a rat scurry away, but otherwise the air was chill and intensely quiet.  The uniform looked to be the same as that of the house guards, and one pocket had the same gold dragon symbol inlaid as the gate above.  A pool of still wet blood had spread beneath the man, and his body was still warm.  As she rolled him over she saw that he looked to have been quickly looted.  His pockets were torn and empty, his belt had been cut, and his weapons were missing.  The face was unremarkable.  A man not quite middle-aged, but not quite young.  Human, with a small scar across his chin.