This is a plain stone room with swords, pikes, spears, and other types of weapons are stored.  There are trunks of armor and various pieces of equipment.
Weapon room, Inside Temple
weapons master
temple guard
I am a guardian of the temple where the King lives. I will give up my life to protect him. I am tough and intimidating to others.
Hello, weapons master! I'm very curious about this pike. Can you show me how it works? Certainly Sirrah!  I have served with the King's company for near 70 years, from a young lad to they white haired elder you see before you now. Such an impressive resume, Sir! I'm sure you've seen much action in your days. Why, did I ever tell you of the wars with the turtle-folk?  Now those were the days!  Pike against shell, shell against pike.  What I wouldn't give to be able to skewer a turtle just one more time. Sounds messy, yet exhilarating! And what about the turmoil with the possum-folk? Were you there? Oh yes, what a frightful time that was!  Three routs in a row, our backs against a cliff when out of nowhere the King and a white wizard came to our rescue and saved the day. You sure do have some stories! Maybe you should tell them to the scribe before you end your days. Maybe, but who would read it?  Young folk like you, eager to learn from their elders, seem few and far between these days. But Sir! Everyone would want to hear about the pikes and the turtles! The cracking and the squishing! Yes - but there is a darker side lad.  Before we exterminated them, you should know that these were not ordinary turtle-folk, no, they were snapping-turtle-folk.  They could snap a man or a horse in half with their ridge mouths.  So many civillians dead, decapitated, or worse.  I still have nightmares lad, even though it be more than 50 years since the last turtle uprising. Good heavens! I had no idea of the severity of the issue! Perhaps this would serve better as a horror story based on how you tell it. Is that why we have so many old amputees in town? Exactly lad - why, must be more than half the population of those of us above 50 years of age.  I myself lost a foot from those tortoise shelled dastards.