The trio of men followed in the path of the women, eventually coming to the imposing wall that separated the poor powerless humans from their power-having upper class. Although the moat wouldn't have posed much challenge for them, they needed to keep their cover underneath the basking light, and simply chose to take the 'official' way through.

As it turns out, that way was strangely easy, especially for those like Bob. While they had been walking, the powerless lackeys had been staring at him, muttering to each other and bowing in worship constantly, as if they were unworthy of laying their gaze on his blessed body.

For Bob, this kind of treatment wasn't entirely unusual, he had been subject to the same treatment within their home town although it was for a different reason. But while he was used to it, and thought nothing of it, the other two grew deeply uncomfortable with the attention.

Especially Fox, who was used to hiding in the shadows and being forgotten about.

When they made it to the gates, which were accessed by a neat cobblestone road instead, of a traditional drawbridge, the heavily armed guards dressed up like classical knights and armed with spears didn't even bother to stop him. They didn't move a single inch as he strolled past, only finally moving to cross their spears in front of the other pair before they could follow him in.

"Only the blessed may pass. The ignorance of new flock members such as yourselves is allowed only once. Try to enter and taint the blessed realm with your sinful body, and we will have no choice to cut you down.

If you have been cleansed of sins and given your blessing already, demonstrate or display."

The pair looked at each other, Lee with worry in his eyes while Fox was overflowing with suspicion. The old man turned to the guard and spoke with an even tone,

"Display how?"

One of the faceless guards spoke, the one on the left by the sounds of it, their voice echoing behind their helmet,

"Your blessing has granted you access to the Divine Words, the words that detail everything about you. We know infidel outsiders such as yourself are full of suspicion, and do not yet fully understand the full capacity of the blessing you have received."

The pair shared another look, before Fox silently instructed his guardian to show his details. For those curious, the guardian was invisible to others but in his eyes appeared next to him as an ethereal samurai with a wide straw hat.

The 'Divine Words' also known as the stat screen appeared before Fox, made visible to all by his command. But the content of the screen was incredibly limited, only displaying a measly few words.

[Upon further reflection]

That was all. Three words were all he showed to them. He gazed at them with knowing eyes and a coy smile, waiting for their response. This was a problem they were having themselves, in Ravenkeep.

Someone's stat screen was one of their most protected secrets, and as far as they were aware it was absolutely impossible to view it through force. Only by someone intentionally showing you it would you be able to see its contents, but that also meant that the individual in question could choose to hide information.

They were unable to alter it, but the omission of important details was trickery enough. It was impossible, from what they had found, to administer a proper test of abilities. Seth himself was evidence enough of that. Posing your ability as one thing, to hide the fact it could do another.

There were many methods to attempt to find the right information, such as telepaths or truth detection abilities, but they had their flaws as well as their counters. For every ability that could detect, there would be an ability to hide.

The main difference is, in Ravenkeep they could turn away those they felt were being deceptive, or simply not allow them any sort of privilege. People had the right to their secrets and didn't have to tell, but in Ravenkeep simply having an ability didn't make you special. Here, it did.

It was a simple test of their doctrine and belief.

With a coy smile, Fox raised an eyebrow at the guard, "Good enough?"

The guard took a second to respond, his face hidden behind his knightly helmet, but when he spoke the irritation was clear in his voice.

"I suppose it is. Welcome Blessed One, even if you are still an Infidel. When you accept our Lord as your one true god, I'm sure that you will be more than eager to provide the details of your blessing and reap its full rewards. Until then, simple entry is all you will get."

"Oh? When you say... You sound so certain that we will become one of his followers."

"Yes. I am."

No more words were exchanged after that. Lee followed suit, displaying only the name of his ability and nothing more, before the two were begrudgingly allowed into the second layer of the city and finally out of the surveying light of the gaudy statue.

Meeting up the rest of the infiltration party was a breeze after that, since all they had to do was follow Bob and the signal he was getting from his ring, since it not only allowed him to punish Tiff but always know her location relative to himself.

Bob was tempted to give her a short zap, just to amuse himself, but he held back. They might not have the light on them at all times, but it wasn't like they were being allowed to wander around completely unsupervised.

There were still guards posted around, keeping an eye on the 'Blessed Infidels'. Not to the point that they were being followed, but enough that suspicious activity was still not the best of ideas.

Eventually they were gathered in a small group, something that never looked suspicious, as they tried to look like worried survivors and muttered between each other.

Bob glanced around the group, asking in a low voice, "Did anyone see a warehouse or anything large enough to store our target?"

One of Tiff's group, the one who had entered through the front door and was still in disguise, answered, "Not in the outer area. That place is nothing but hovels and shacks. Everything else is a ruin, burned to the ground or picked apart for scraps."

Another spoke up, the cat shapeshifter, "There are a few buildings I think they could have stashed them in. They've done some work in this area too, but from the looks of it there are still some buildings intact from the old world, at least from what I remember from my last visit here. Houses mainly, but who knows what else could be left."

Bob nodded softly, gesturing to two of the members, "You two go search the old buildings, check if the target is there. Fox, take someone else and do the same on the north side. As for you, get Lee stashed and ready for extraction. Now we are inside, we need to be better with the communicators.

As for you Tiff, see if you can infiltrate the palace of this 'Lightbringer' character. Get as much information on him and these so-called paladins as you can. I don't expect you to find them randomly discussing their abilities, but any information is better than none."

The infiltrator that could turn himself into gas quickly raised his hand, "Actually sir, I think I should go."

"Why is that?"

"Lady Tiffany's abilities have already shown to be ineffective in the light of this blasphemous false god. If his eyes are the same as the statue, then she will be helpless in his presence. My own abilities don't have the same issue, even if I am detected it is easier for me to escape."

Bob considered the suggestion before nodding softly, instead sending Tiff to hide Lee. That was probably a good idea too, that way he would be able to find the teleporter in an emergency.

They set themselves a rendezvous point, somewhere to meet up if things went wrong before they teleported back home, before breaking off into their assignments.

As for himself, Bob hadn't mentioned what he was getting up to. He had his own mission in coming here, one that came directly from his Father and his new Auntie.

He kept his solid form for the time being, searching through the city casually, giving off the air of a tourist lost in the big city. His tourist act quickly came to a stop when he stumbled across a particular building, one surrounded by a tall metal barred fence with spiked prongs at the top, to prevent anyone from climbing over.

The gate to this fence was closed, a heavy bar placed across its length and a thick padlock stopping the bar from being lifted.

He lifted his head, glancing at the sign above the fence, which confirmed his suspicions that this was the building he was looking for. The old sign had been removed, an in its place was a rustic wooden sign carved with the words 'School for the Lost Lambs'.