The temple had two areas. There was the public shrine, a deep well that stood at the centre of a courtyard of blue-tinged stone. Six statues ringed it, each one a cherub-faced young man or woman holding a different vessel from which water flowed into the central chamber. People drifted freely in off the street, and even the rowdiest sailors quietened down as they approached. Coins--most of them Imperial in design, though far from all--were flipped into the well, to join the glittering mass just visible through the pure water. That alone would have made a tempting target.<br/><br/>But there was the large stone door guarding the inner sanctum, said to be guarded by fiendish traps, even more fiendish demons, and divine wrath. It was cetainly guarded by two heavyset guards in ceremonial armour, styled with faceplates resembling sharks.<br/><br/>There were two priests visible, one male and one female, both young and attractive, engaged in talking to the petitioners and assuring them that their generosity merited smooth sailing and a lack of pirates, so long as they remained faithful to the Sea Lord. A harried looking acolyte of about twelve years old made haste around the edge of the room as innocuously as possible, keeping everything pristine and shining.