Cult of the Weaver Queen...can you survive?

After a journey of many days, you approach the Temple of Selvedge. A silver statue of a spider upon its web stands in the middle of a fountain directly ahead. Just past it looms the temple. Instead of a simple, three-room building like the one you came from, it is a sprawling complex of smaller buildings connected by enclosed walkways to a larger, central hub. The front doors are flanked by angled stone walls that rise sharply and are in stark contrast with the flourishing and cozy pastures surrounding the temple. Sheep and goats graze contentedly, crops thrive in well-tended fields, ripening fruit hangs heavily on the branches of trees in tidy orchards, and everywhere chickens scratch at the ground or flap their wings, taking short flights from perch to perch. You are acolytes devoted to Arianhrod, goddess of weaving and the moon, on a pilgrimage with your mentor, Sorceress Saelia. “At last, we’ve arrived,” she says, turning to you with a raised eyebrow. “It’s not quite like our temple, is it?” With a sigh, she says, “Another order, another interpretation of the Weaver. Everyone must put their own mark on things. Come, let’s see how much confusion we’ll be forced to endure in the name of ‘originality’.” When you reach the steps leading up to the front doors, a tall, thin elf emerges from the temple, along with several acolytes of his own. His black robes are embroidered with silver thread in a web-like pattern. “Ah...brothers and sisters of Arianhrod.” His eyes pass over your group, counting heads. To Saelia, he says, “Welcome, Sorceress, to the Temple of Selvedge. I am High Priest Khajook, spiritual leader and principal sorcerer. And you...you’ve brought me the answer to my prayers.”