"Follow me. I can see them already." the archer whispers. Following a winding path through the trees, the archer eventually moves the pair out of the forest and into the daylight on the other side.
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.
"It's all about asking the right 'class' of people," says the archer. "I am sure that I can find an appropriate person to guide us."
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."