Insight 9

"If you are being deceptive, I will know... We will help you if you are injured. Why did you attack us?"

Ollezall will raise his hand ready to call down sacred flame, but will hold. 

Syd does a double take as he was about to turn away from Dyumi, following the druid's restorative slap.  This man in front of him is not old or wrinkled at all, nor does he even appear to be just a man.  (I'll allow @Great_Axeblade to elaborate.)

As this is going on, Cerlinde and Ollezall have been threatening the chair monster.  "Hungry... scared... jar... home...", it manages to croak.  Ollezall can tell it is quite earnest, although its intelligence is limited.  It looks fearfully at Mohdrak, then hopefully at the table.  One of its tentacles slowly starts to reach toward one of the plates.

“Oh!”  It escaped from a jar in the basement, I think.   What are you?   She gives it some meat- carefully not letting it bite her in the process” Cerlinde tries to remember what type of creature this could be 26 Arcana?  I guess..

(Would this fellow count as a "Beast" for Druiding purposes?)

Drawing upon their respective backgrounds, Cerlinde and Dyumi can deduce that this monstrosity is most likely a [monster]mimic[/mimic].  While they can't recall complete details, most of its traits have been revealed through their encounter with it.  They do get the feeling that ones that are communicative are relatively rare.

The mimic takes the offering from Cerlinde gingerly and drops it in mouth, chewing voraciously.  You manage to make out a few words amidst the chewing, "Thanks... happy..."

(For Dyumi, I don't think your ability directly applies with this creature, but it currently seems quite pliable and its intelligence should be sufficient to communicate with it semi-normally.)

Ollezall fixes a plate of food and slides it towards the creature." Eat your fill, but be warned; once you are dead I won't intervene, however I can both push you to the brink of death and bring you back in the same breath. I can do this a number of times. I don't take kindly to what you did to my new friend, who slaved away preparing the food you are eating. If you try to harm us again, you will face me without the grace I have afforded you just now. Also, would you like some healing?"

(And to open myself to embarrassment an intimidation check; I think I deserve to roll the dice after that haha). 

Ollezall's casts guidance on himself. Intimidation 11 +  2 guidance bonus.

Cerlinde says “I see,  you are what is known as a mimic.   Well, if you are willing to behave, we will ensure you are fed, and you don’t have to go back into that jar.  Perhaps we can come to an agreement.   Mimics make good guards, I’ve heard- as long as you can keep them well fed in exchange.”” She says to the others. 

Overhearing Cerlinde, Syd says with a lopsided grin, "I thought that was my role." 

Turning back to the person who used to be Dyumi, he furrows his brow and says, "Who are you?"

The mimic takes the plate from Ollezall with some of its tentacles while continuing to eat Cerlinde's offering with the others.  As Ollezall delivers his sinister monologue, the mimic slows its eating, struggling to understand.  It can tell your tone is negative, but it seems confused since you just gave it food.  As you finish, it attempts to formulate a reasonable response and deliberately intones, "Food thanks... dead bad... ?"

In response to Cerlinde, the mimic says, "Fed yes... fed yes... jar no!"  At this point, Cumin's face brightens and it starts zipping around the room.  Cumin says, "Great idea, great idea!  I think that maybe if we just put the monster chair off to the side instead of at the table and feed it regularly, we could then direct unruly guests to sit on it!  Not fine folks such as yourselves.  It'll be the timeout chair for bad boys and girls!  That would help protect us until the masters return.  Would everyone find that agreeable?  Oh, and I guess you can all resume eating, although I guess we might check that other chair in the corner to see if its a monster."  Coriander giggles and throws a fork at the original chair in the corner, but it bounces off and clatters to the floor.  "Looks safe to me!"

Quote from Syd_Wartnose >>

Overhearing Cerlinde, Syd says with a lopsided grin, "I thought that was my role." 

Turning back to the person who used to be Dyumi, he furrows his brow and says, "Who are you?"

 Dyumi speaks in a much more muffled voice than before.

"Why it is I, the great druid Dyumi! What is the matter with you, sir?"

Syd blinks.  Scratches his head.  "Guys....?" he says, to Cerlinde, Ollezall and Mohdrak, "Doesn't he look different to you?  I mean, all humans kinda look the same, but... I still think something's not right..."

“Dyumi?  Is that you?  I know druids sometimes can change their form,  but you look quite different!” Cerlinde says.

Mohdrak glared at the creature, apparently called a mimic, for a couple of tense seconds. He then snorted and put the crossbow down.

'I don't take kindly to having my dinner party interrupted.' He walked towards another chair and gave it a few taps. Sufficiently satisfied that this one was not something intent on nibbling his legs, he dragged it back and retook his seat at the table. 'Pull something like that again and I might just toss you into the pot.'

He glared one final time for good measure before reaching over to see if there was anything left of the main course. The pot had been nearly scraped empty. In fact, there was just enough for one scoop. The minotaur sighed and upturned the last spoonful onto the mimic's plate.

'I'll bring the nuts, cheese and wine.' Mohdrak told the others while stacking dirty dishes and carrying them to the kitchen. 'Cumin, Coriander, could you give everyone a proper glass? And perhaps a... bowl for our new arrival.'

Cerlinde says “now that you’ve been fed- what can you tell us about this place?  Who used to feed you?”

The mimic is clearly thrilled, or as thrilled as a half-chair monstrosity can be.  It hasn't eaten this well and been fed in quite a while.  It gurgles a few more words as it tries to carry on the conversation.  Doing so requires a great deal of effort and concentration on its part, but it's hopeful that if it continues, more food will follow.  "Thanks... jars down there... cats dragons..."  Its tentacles that aren't carrying food gesture dramatically as it speaks, or at least that seems to be the intent.  It's all rather nonsensical.  As far as you can tell, you're not likely to get much detail from this thing, but at least it won't be attacking you for the time being.

Cumin and Coriander are picking up bits of food and having a ball flying over and tossing them into the mimic's mouth.  They do hear Mohdrak's requests and hustle to comply.  Soon, the glasses are set and topped up with wine, and the mimic is eating daintily from a bowl.

"Dragons?" repeats Syd. "I don't remember any dragons..."

"Also, do either of you [to the homonculi] happen to know the keyword to re-open the portal back to Haven? Or anywhere else?"

“Well, once you are fed, we will continue our exploring of this house.  Anything you can tell us would be helpful - what dragons?  -and What is your Name?”   Cerlinde says

At Syd's mention of dragons, Coriander bursts into a fit of laughter.  "Dragons!  Oh thar be dragons!  Right bastards they are, too!  Haha!"  Cumin tries to ignore him and give Syd a proper response.  "I'm afraid I don't know anything about this Haven you mention.  The masters never took us with them when they'd leave the mansion, so I'm not sure how they got out of here.  Fistandia did caution us to never disturb certain books, for they might be important to visitors.  I can't quite recall the details of those books...  Hmm, I feel like I used to be much sharper when Fistandia was around.  Regardless, there are books all over the mansion, so hopefully you can find ones that can be helpful.  Something keeps building piles of books in the library, maybe there are some useful ones in there!"

To Cerlinde, the mimic responds, "Fed!... Dragons... small dragons... name?"

“Well,  we can call you ‘Fed’ I suppose.  That’s a good name for a mimic, if you are keeping one.  We should always keep fed fed.   Small dragons could be pseudodragons I suppose? We will have to keep an eye out.   In the meantime, shall we go exploring again?  I want to see the library with the stacks of books-  it seems  the books have something to do with getting out of this place…”. Cerlinde replies 

(sorry everyone, I've been bed ridden the last few days)

"Fed; I like it. [to fed] no funny business while we are gone. Homunculi are friends, not food."

[To the group] "those books with letters on the spine are definitely the clue I feel; we should look out for them on our travels".

[To the Homunculi] " answer me directly; are there dragons or psuedodragons in this mansion? You both keep dodging the question"

Insight 27 do they know anything? Are they being truthful?