"No." He pointed with one of his Keyblades to a very angry looking statue of a hunting dog. "By those. They guard my temple." Anyone Roxas thought of as a threat would face them. He isn't going to mention there's stag statues as well.

Honestly this is the most riled up Roxas has gotten since coming to this place. He forced himself to take a deep breath, the Keyblades disappearing. "You look like someone I know." Which isn't a lie.