The priest worked closely under Atem. But before that, he had a bond with you. I saw flashes of memories of the war and the spirits summoned. Your Blue Eyes White Dragon.

[ There's more than that, but he doesn't care about most of the other details. And that's the main point, in his mind. He opens his mouth again, thinking about telling her how much he admires Blue Eyes, but the degree of her influence over his aesthetic is frankly embarrassing. He slowly pockets his lightning orb. ]

Atem's here too. He's probably better suited to getting you acclimated, but I could help in the meantime.