The redheaded priest stood there looking as if he wanted to do anything but deal with us.
"But why can't we go ahead?" One of the traveler asked.
"That's because of the bandits war." He answered sounding agitated.
"Our old Father spotted your carriage from far and told me to stop you from going ahead. If you want to die in the skirmish then be my guest." He explained before turning towards the temple.
The small and archaic looking structure which had a tall spire and stone walls which seemed to have been taking the blows of the seasonal dry winds and sandstorms.
"If it's the bandits then none of us would stand a chance unless..." The travelers looked at Lyall and I could see what they were thinking.
"My attendant won't fight a needless battle." I announced.
"Grab our stuff," I looked at Lyall, "we're staying in this temple till the path clears up."
