(Previous) Shamura glances at the mural Teddy was regarding and frowns deeply before ushering past it, though not particularly hastily. Eventually they reached an area of the temple where patrols were reorganizing themselves, as Shamura past each of their followers bowed in reverence. Finally they came to a group of four, who bowed reverently. “Rise…” Shamura commands. “Today you will be joined in your duties by our visitor, to atone for his outburst earlier…” they say, being quite charitable to their words. The followers rise and the head of the group nods. “Of course, Bishop Shamura!” If Teddy was attentive to such things, he’d realize this was the same group that had picked him up earlier.

When they stopped before the group Teddy started to lean forward to bow before reminding himself that it wasn't a simple greeting bow. He bit back his tongue and muddled his mind to avoid even mentally arguing with fighting back on incomplete information being equated to an irrational outburst.

Teddy rarely paid attention to the identities of people who he never expected to meet after a single interaction. Why bother when they were rarely relevant?