Jason blinked at him. "Tell me things? Like what?"
Azrangul smiled once more, but this time, it was rather unsettling. "There are certain rules if you're going to stay in the temple. The priestesses, while beautiful, are not for you. They're promised to Poseidon, and if you lay a lustful hand on one, the whole continent will sink and all will perish." He paused to apprise Jason carefully, making sure what he said was sinking in. Jason nodded.
"Furthermore, you are only to expect replies from the High Priestess, Anastasia. She is Poseidon's First Bride, and as such has permission to speak to other men. The other priestesses, being lesser brides, are not to speak to anyone, let alone strange men." Jason nodded once more, and Azrangul continued.
"The room you will be staying in is spartan, but functional. You will be supplied more appropriate clothing." Jason was wearing jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. "Your current ones are obviously soaked, and you stand out like a sore thumb. It's better if you blend in. The priestesses won't ask questions, obviously, but the people surrounding us will be curious, and I'd like to get you away from here with as little fuss as possible." Jason nodded in agreement a third time.
Azrangul pointed at a man in the crowd and said, "Get a carriage, please, Erasmos." He nodded and sprinted off.
"Until then, why don't you tell me about yourself?" The Magician looked at Jason curiously. The brunette American took a deep breath.
"My name, as I mentioned before, is Jason Kindred. I'm from the state of Utah. I'm 5'10" and a registered Democrat... which probably means nothing to you. Um. I'm divorced, 30 years old, and I enjoy long walks on the beach and, well, hot-air ballooning." He offered a weak grin. He wasn't sure if he was hallucinating or actually here--it was odd, thinking that he was talking to Atlanteans. Maybe he was dead.
Everything was happening so fast that he didn't really have time to get his bearings. He'd take a moment once he got to the temple and try to figure everything out. He figured he'd have to speak to the High Priestess first, but that was all right by him. Maybe if he kept talking to people, things would click into place.