Walking a short ways into the woods, the magician waves his hands again, but to no avail. He yells back, "Just a second, I need to go in closer for this to work." He then disappears from sight. Moments later, red glowing can be seen from inside the forest. "There that should do it," he comments. "They shouldn't pay any attention to us now."
Once out of the forest, the Holy City was visible. Only an hour away, it loomed in the distance with its huge spiraling towers spinning into the sky. The Holy City is home to thousands of zealots loyal to the One Religon. They are very introspective and reclusive, but they are the only reliable guides through the swamps beyond.
The magician thinks a little, "Ha! I got it. I can go into the city, and amaze them with my magic. They will be so mesmorized that they will have to give us a guide."
"Hmmm..." the ninja contemplates, "maybe I can sneak into the town and find some maps for us. That would probably be better than a guide."