I seem to have come to an unspoken agreement with the warrior: I'll knock it down, and he'll make it count.
I approach the death knight to be repelled by a quick slash. It's unlike the mindless undead I've battled before.
Old Rick's voice booms in my head, "Are you planning to stop swords with your hands, rookie?!" This is the exact situation he warned me about.
A few weapons lie scattered on the forest floor, likely those of the wounded adventurers. I pick up a short sword that conveniently lay well outside of the enemy's reach.
I repeat my approach, wielding the sword as Old Rick instructed me. It quickly slashes at my legs again. But, this time, steel meets steel, and an opening is created. I throw my weight at the creature, and activate Sanctuary Charge. The warrior beats its flames with his weapon.
To everyone's surprise, the death knight releases a loud hiss and stiffens. Was it already weakened, or was the one in the dungeon unusually strong?
With the threat removed, I relay the guild's message to them. Now that they know their location, they can find the guild.
We say our farewells, and I proceed to the next location.