Publisher's blurb: Traveling the seaside cliffs via a small gravel path, you finally arrive at the temple you have sought, ferns and moss cover the gravel path and the odor of sea salt wafts through the breeze. Many stone statues stand watch the main gates as the wall mounted torches flicker, igniting the room in a warm glow. The residents have outfitted or restored this old temple with living quarters, barracks, sleeping quarters, a library, as well as a cell for prisoners. A small set of stairs, barred by a portcullis marks the entrance to the old servants quarters, now made a ramshackle kitchen and storehouse. Although the residents are unaware the storehouse holds a secret stairwell that allows direct access to the main chamber. The lower temple consists of sepulcher, marking the graves of long dead warriors. Once upon a time this temple belong to a brave seafaring folk, but no longer. Stairs lead up from the sepulcher, through a basement storeroom full of old wines and ales, then into the main chamber. Torches light the main chamber brightly and up upon the grand staircase is a raised platform where three more statues stand nearby, holding bowls carrying the remains of burnt bone-meal and incense.