He turned to his mates, and simply winked, as he continued up the trail, the Reaper taking his left flank position. After a couple minutes of walking, they both vanished, teleporting to the top, arriving right behind the seraphim. He entered the temple by redirecting the guard's attentions away from him and Reaper, his armor melting back into him so he was clad in basic leather boots, black silk pants, and a red silk shirt. He pulled out the gold silk sash, and smiled at it, before tying it about his waist, and waiting for the seraphim to finish her report to whatever had replaced him, before banging three times on the sealed door to the chamber, dropping the SEP field. Each knock was loud, with a long, pregnant silence, before he opened the doors for himself, the Reaper making a show of saluting him, and then standing to the side, at ease, its only weapon slung across its back, as he descended toward his replacement, trying to determine if it was an opportunistic con-man, or a fragment that had been created out of their sheer need for him. The former would be dealt with, the latter offered to become an avatar unless it was terminally insane or aggressive.