He staggered slowly out of the altar room, looking around at the temple's main room. He wobbled over to Zetsubo and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you for coming... This shouldn't have happened."
He looked at the blood-stained, battle-worn entrance to the temple, then to the other doorways. "I'm... going to try and find my clothes..." he said, still obviously dazed from the ordeal.
Inside one of the studies lay his rucksack, staff, mask, and robes, tossed carelessly in the corner. Inside the rucksack were the tattered remains of his battle dress, the simple tank-top and pants torn to ribbons. He sighed and changed into his usual dress, tying the mask on his face.
As he walked back in to the temple hall he looked at Zetsubo. "I'm Jun... the Planeswalker. What can I call you? I have to know the name of the people I'm indebted to."