Grabbing the shield strapped to his back, the knight proceeds into the forest swinging his sword wildly, but in a controlled manner. With the knight swinging his sword, no one could be seen. Tired, he let down his shield and sword to rest. After a minute, voices are getting closer, so the knight starts his swinging again. The voices disappear.
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 knight speaks up, "I will enter the city and tell them of the glory of our mission. They will help us."
"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."