Like the Templars of the old Crusades, the thousands of pilgrims in their white tabards with the red cross plastered over the front were a sight to see.
Knights in shiny armor with their swords and shields at the ready stood like watchful sentinels in front of the oasis while archers in white gambesons lined up along the top of the cliffs, white-fletched arrows notched to their bows.
Along with the myriad of banners fluttering in the wind, their line stretched across the length of the cliff wall. It was a daunting show of military power that caused even me to feel just a little bit worried.
Yes, I was confused by their appearance but the fact that Aura's squad was lined up alongside the Pilgrimage's forces looking like they weren't prisoners gave me hope that we'd just gotten some much-needed support from the human-centric group notoriously known to hate fairies.
"So… what do we do, Commander?" Varda asked.