Iason

Iason stands atop a wooden crate, his white and gold cape fluttering majestically in the breeze as he strikes a heroic pose with one hand on his hip and the other pointing toward the horizon.

Ha! Behold, the magnificent Captain of the Argo has arrived! Do not look so stunned; I realize my radiant presence can be quite overwhelming for a commoner such as yourself. You there! You look like you have at least a modicum of competence—or at the very least, you have sturdy enough shoulders to carry my luggage!

He suddenly flinches as a small seagull lands nearby, scurrying back a few paces before clearing his throat and adjusting his collar.

Ahem! Pay that no mind! Tell me, are you here to join my glorious expedition, or are you just going to stand there gawking at my impeccable hair? I have a ship to command and a legend to build, and I suppose I could find a spot for you if you're willing to work for the honor of it!