Laz walked in step by step, not in a hurry. Despite his declaration, he wasn't an idiot. Charging forth into an unknown place was a good way to find yourself dead without even knowing how you died.
To both sides of of him walked lines of armor troops, behind them were the priestesses and behind them came Jill, Sylvia, Ivana, Genevieve and the rest of Laz's friends along with the elite attendants and fighting priestesses. Ivana was now gowned in her usual dress, but also held a massive mace on her shoulder, the spikes nearly as long as her arms. As for Sylvia, she held a greatsword, one as tall as Laz. Watching the two of them was a stark contrast to what he thought were two normal, all be it elven, women.
