The enemy adept flinches at the cold, ruthless tone in the Master of Summer's voice, and his shoulders slump as he expects to be beheaded at any moment. At the mention of his own Master's death, he closes his eyes and swears under his breath. At the mention of being useful, his face twitches with inner turmoil over his loyalties, but eventually he shrugs and says, in a resigned tone, "Yes, I can show you to the true Temple. Er, sorry, no offense, I meant my Temple. Old habits, you know." He glances between the Masters of Spring and Autumn, and when it seems no one is about to kill him for the slip, he continues, "And I...I swear loyalty to the Temple of the Four Seasons, and to...whoever you people are, and...your masters, if you have any?"