"Are you mad?!"Benjo yelled as he entered the circle."Do you think you can just walk into a temple as if to a tea party?"
"Well..."Perrin said."what's to stop us?"
"those mountains are patrolled by dryads and treant most of the summer."Benjo hollered. "You'll take that ax as your own death sentence on that trip."
"All the better. now I can repay them for my father's bad leg."Perrin said, deftly spining his hammer.
"As you all know, the temple is now defended by a warlock." Benjo continued."who probably enchanted some statues to crush any at the gates and dead clerics to feed off of ya!"