One could probably forgive Greg for not paying much attention to the cathedral until now; there's never been much to pay attention to. The activity, hushed and somber as it is, still makes for a notable shift, and Greg can't help but peer in on it.

And on that guy sitting in back. Greg's not fantastic with faces, sure, but it's hard to forget those... fashion choices. He's gotta be mistaken, though, right? Why would someone like this only show up now?

Uncertain, hesitant, Greg approaches, and leans on the pew, glancing between the man and the proceedings. "So, uh. This some sort of... special occasion, I take it...?"