A room with a stone floor and a massive statue of a god the peasants worship.  This area gives off chilling vibes.  There's pieces of armor and weapons stored in the room used for various ceremonies.
Sacrificial altar, Inside Temple
peasant
evil priestess
I am the priestess to the king of the realm. I am a wicked woman with knowledge of the dark arts. I use my position to manipulate the king and other nobles for my own gain. I am an ambitious woman and I only care about myself.
Ahhh your kind are so...refreshing. No! Stay away from me! The power of my god, as stored in this statue, shall protect me from your power. Get back fool! Your harvest deity does not protect you, he feeds on your souls! You are wrong! My god gives me strength. The king and his nobles may hate my kind, but my god has nothing but love for me. And so with his love and this armor, your spells shall do me no harm. Give that back! I need to enchant it! Pray I do not imbue it with your feeble soul You may steal my armor, but I know the source of your strength. It is your golden hair! Give that back now, or I will cut you down with this enchanted sword! You can try, but you won't like it when I use your own hair against you! I may be a peasant now, but soon I will be as strong in the dark arts as you used to be. Wait, I wont hurt you see?  Just give that hair back. You do not know its power! And why should I do such a foolish thing? Do you think just because I am a peasant that I am stupid? This is the tanned skin of the last fool who crossed me. You would make a fine rug! You are weak without your hair! Making empty threats against me, you make me laugh. You know what else? I think your hair looks better on me! So ha!