With so many ships docked at the port, sailor from all the ships crowd the bazaar. The supply store is filled with buyers today. The inside is plain and unadorned. Sturdy shelves hold common supplies. Along the walls are the larger items for sale.
Supply store, Port
sailor
priest in ornate robes
I am the Priest of a wealthy parish, my congregation tithes generously. My ornate robes indicate that I defy at least several of the Seven Deadly Sins. Parishioners of my congregation consult with me before entering into new business ventures.
I may be a man of God, but I do enjoy a fine wine in moderation.  I've never heard of this moderation thing, but isn't it easier to just drink until you pass out? Alas, my responsibilities at the parish prevent me from engaging in such recklessness.  I have three children, padre, and without wine, I'd have sailed away and never come back. I suppose I shouldn't judge. I have sinned myself from time to time.  What brings you to the supply store? Do you like to sail? Just consulting with a few good fellows at the bazaar.  Say, I don't suppose that a priest would have much use for an old treasure map, would he? Let me see that. Hold my prayer book, will you?  I got that map from an old sailor in moldovia. He claims that it leads to a fortune in gold and diamonds.  While I am never one to turn down riches, why would you give up this map if it indeed were a real treasure map? I'd rather live my life broke than see my miserable wife get to be wealthy. 