The entrance to the temple is quite hidden - shrouded by many trees and shrubs. One wouldn't even think to give it a second glance, as the stone that was used to create the entrance is worn down. The textures and characters that once adorned the entrance are memories of the past.
Beside temple entrance, Outside Temple
bandit
archaeologists
Digging up history is my job. I am in charge of curating our past. It's difficult and rewarding work.
"Oh, hello there! Are you here to explore these ruins?" Well, I suppose that's one way to put it. Tell me, is that what brings you here, friend? "Oh yes! I'm fascinated by these ruins. There's so much history to uncover!" Definitely, though the ruins do look rather dangerous. Would you like me to help you part some of these trees so we cab get a better look? "Of course, that'd be marvellous. And yes, exploring ruins can be dangerous, I've lost a few colleagues that way." It is a dangerous profession, I hear. Say, may I ask, where did you find that bone you're carrying, it looks rather interesting. "Oh, this? Off the path a ways back, it seems like some sort of animal bone that I've not seen before. I'm going to take it to a biologist friend of mine" Well, that's a very interesting find. Say, I think if we move this stone we should be able to get into the entrance of the temple. Here, give me a hand. "Oh really? Sure, of course. Heaaaave!" Sorry friend, but I'll be relieving you of that bone there. You should be more careful who you place your trust in. "Oh, er, are you a biologist too?" Not a biologist, more of an opportunist, looking to part unsuspecting travelers from their possessions.