Hooded with the cloaks, the pair enter the woods. With the priest yelling at the top of his lungs, no thieves seem to approach the group. With daylight from the end of the forest approaching, one particularly curious thief is suddenly on top of them, but the priest turns to him, and speaks something more forceful. The thief runs away like lightning.
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.
"People of my own calling." says the priest. "I am sure that I can show that I am following the word of God, and they will help 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."