It had been some time since she had last come to the well, since she had tossed her first coin into it's depths. She still remembered the shock and surprise when something had come out after she had tossed it in. She was back again, but not to toss in a coin as so many others did. No she was here for something else.
Make a prayer at the shrine.
Whatever magic was there, whatever ancient being allowed them to get friends and companions from offerings of coin, it should be thanked. "I give thanks to the magic of the well, for all that is has given. May your magic always run strong, your walls sturdy, and your roof protect you from whatever storms may come."