Part 1
An old man was walking down a road while coming closer to the gates of a city carrying a bag on his back.
His curly grey beard and mustache were so long that it was near impossible to see his mouth under it. While his body was old, with one look one could spot several muscles under its clothes.
"Excuse me, my young lads..." the old man asked while reaching the front gate and gazing at a pair of knights guarding the entrance, "Is this the city where the temple of the West goddess is located...?"
"Indeed it is, sir... Can we help you?" one of the guards replied while holding a sword with both hands and stabbing the ground.
"Ah! I see... I'm glad... That means I'm in the right place..."
The two guards just stood there while the old man continued to smile at them while carrying his heavy-looking bag.
"Sir...?"
"Yes, young lad?"
"Are you going to enter?"
"Enter what...?"
"... The city...?"
