Noticing the groups intent to leave, and seeing no other questions, the leader dismissed the group. As you all walk through the door an enforcer is waiting for you.
"I've been instructed to guide you to the exits, follow me if you would." The guard, seeming to be one to put words into action, set off in front of the group and led the way.
The hallways along the way were empty except for the dull steel walls that every accompany the group, with the occasional rusted bolt from lack of proper maintenance and attention. Harsh lights were suspended from the ceiling every so yards giving the way an uneven lighting, with some spots being dim and others much too bright. Beyond the footfalls of the group it was silent except for the ever present hum, until the guard spoke up.
"I'm not sure what the boss told you, but I wanted to personally thank you all. It's no small task you're taking up and it means a lot to all of us. I know that he can seem cold at times but he's been under a lot of pressure lately, so try not to hold that against him if you could." Being away from the others the guard was more casual in step and tone, even smiling.
"Some of you may not feel like you have much choice in the matter here, and I don't blame you really, but we'll be rooting and supporting you guys however we can from in here. Best of luck, from all of us." As the man finished he went back to his formal manner as a four way junction neared ahead, each of the other three corridors stretching on for a good ways with one being completely dark.
A guard, the same one who went on the behest of his commanding officer earlier to search for weapons, was smoking as he leaned against a wall with a large bundle next to him. He stubbed the embers into a nearby wall and stood at attention.
"About time." The man tersely spoke as he knelt down and opened the bundle to reveal several objects. In all there seemed to be six knives and three clubs. The knives were simple, being little more than blackened blades and nondescript textured handles with sheathes.
The clubs were more interesting however, appearing to be things cobbled together under a watchful eye. Each of them consisted of a metal stick that had been given a makeshift leather handle and a large steel head with bolts attached it to the frame, giving it the look of an old kind of mace.
"Acquisitions." One of the maces had an old dry red spot on its handle.
Both of the guards watched the group expectantly.
"After you gather your gear you have two paths, the commercial district or the edge of town. We've been given clearance and instruction to open either, or both, doors."