It was now nearing midnight.  The thief who had received a letter earlier had already made his way into the slum and darted toward the door of the temple, hopefully before he could be seen.  The front door was unlocked, which made sense, although getting the old thing open was a bit of a challenge.  The inside of the temple was spacious but in disrepair.  There was only one door in the building, on the left wall, which presumably led to the basement.  The thief entered through it and walked down a winding flight of stairs.  When the stairs ended, he was in a stone hallway barely wide enough to accommodate two people walking side-by-side.  The hallway eventually led to a room mostly full of empty crates, which presumably contained donated goods at one point.  Halfway down the hallway, on the right side, there were two wall mounted lanterns on either side of the door, and the thief assumed that this was where he was supposed to be.  Instead of going in right away, he quietly walked to the end of the hall and hid behind a box, listening for anyone else to arrive.