"Wait for me here," John suddenly said before stopping at a certain level, "I'll do something first."
Arthur just silently watched him moving towards a certain path like he was very familiar with the layout of this place.
"How do you know your way in this messy place?" he couldn't help but whisper as he didn't heed John's words and followed.
"Not all the guards are savage and brutal like this one," John gave him a long glance before whispering, "few, a very rare of them would prefer to chat and rant over their lives with me. At least they would be more comfortable to speak with a dead man like me than anyone else, right?"
"And?"
"No time for that," John gave him a warning glance, "we are close and as you decided to come then I'll need you to help me kill a couple of them now."
"There are guards here?"
"Shh." John shushed him before he moved in a strict and confident way like he belonged to this place.