Markus did as the voice asked and woke up, but there was no one for the voice to belong to.  There were three weapons, and as he approached them, a voice spoke aloud.  He whirled around to look for the voice but found no one.  

Apprehensive, he knew he must take up a weapon right now.  He put his hand around the hilt of the sword, the obvious choice.  

Choose two?  And what had the voices said?  Warrior, guardian, mystic?  He didn't think of himself as any of these.  Even if he had already chosen the sword.  

So which to give up?  Well, he reasoned, he had never needed a shield to deflect blows before.  He could parry with his sword, or dance out of the way.  He pushed the shield gently away, and turned to grab the rod.  He didn't know what to do with it, and began looking around for the voice.

"Hello?"