Cultist of the Octopus God
God knows what the acolytes of the Tentacled One are up to down by the pier; it can't be anything but horrific. Perhaps a shipment of ghastly idols and arcana, or doomed sacrificial victims being brought in from wherever they were kidnapped. This guard is ready to skewer any interlopers with his sacred trident and send their remains to sleep with the Deep Ones.
A companion piece to these cuddly fellows.