The temple itself takes up almost an entire city block. Two stories
tall it’s the size of a small hotel. Walls made of stone at least 5
foot thick, you can see where masked priests patrol the tops of the
walls, sometimes looking in at what must be a courtyard on the West
side when you can hear the clackety clack of what sounds like training
with practice swords and shields in the early afternoon.
The only doors to the temple are on the southern side near the west
corner inset at the back of an alcove, but these are behind a
portcullis (hah! spelled it right the first time!) on the very outside
of the alcove, and neither of these are opened at the same time. Only
masked Razmiran priests go through this way, no deliveries are ever
taken in and supplies are carried in by the priests themselves after
they have made an afternoon excursion to preach in the market square
where some priests will collect donations from the crowd while others
make a show of giving food and clothing to the poor.
There are no windows, but at night the 10ft wide and 15 ft tall
stained glass image of the Mask of Razmir glows gently towards the
East… where across the street the limned sign of The Ranger’s Lament
swings gently back and forth in a late spring breeze.