Roy accepts the gold helmet, places it on his head, and proceeds with the group to the Sky Dock to collect the crate for delivery.

Xavier delivered his report, despite being interrupted by Rel making rude noises behind him. The dude was subtle as a brick, just stepping behind him, yet no one appeared to notice. He was embarrassed, especially since this was his first chance to make an impression. He accepted his gold helmet, and put it on. As Rel clapped him on the shoulder, he delivered a hard elbow into his stomach, then, with a completely fake smile, leans in and says "I get that your Mr. Funnyman, but embarrass me in front of the boatswain again, and I will not be so happy. " Then in elvish, not sure if Rel could understand him, but wanting to make sure the boatswain couldn't hear him, despite his whispering. "Please Rel, I don't have many prospects outside of this place, I cannot afford to flunk outta here. So just, please." His voice lost the harsh edge he had, and he turned back to the boatswain. "Will do Captain" and he began to leave

Rel lets out an "Oof!" as he takes the elbow to the stomach, but he laughs, knowing he deserved it.  "Oh come now, Master Monk, no need to be so stuffy.  Just a little light-hearted fun. I'm sure everyone will recognize your true talents once we're fully engaged in the program.  Heck, you blew me away on that obstacle course, remember?  So.. no hard feelings?  I promise to only pick on Gloix from now on."  He winks at the insectoid crewmate. 

You head to back up to the Sky Dock and find the crate you're looking for waiting for you amongst the various other crates, barrels, trunks and so on unloaded from the merchant ship you saw earlier: roughly two feet on each side, it bears a large, clear label: "For Mirt". It's quite heavy, for all that it isn't very large, you'd guess about 100 pounds, but two of you between you can carry it easily enough.

You make your way down to the Bridge level, where the security officers take note of the gold helmets and wave you through, pointing the way to Mirt's personal quarters. Arriving at his door, you hear a loud snoring coming from within. "Snzzzzz gzzggh szzznzz. Pbsk! Zzzzgszz..."

Roy, with a twinkle in his eyes, holds his finger to his lips for the rest of the group to see and tries the latch on the door.

"Mr Roy, given the prestige and position of the man we are to deliver this to I think it is best we avoid.. frivolities" Gloix speech comes into Roy's mind though he does not move to block the door.  Instead he keeps one hand on the heavy box, doing his part, however small, to lift it 

(Since Gloix speaks telepathically, does that mean that no-one except the person he is speaking to can hear what has been said?)

Roy looks at Gloix smiling, "I was only going to suggest that since the Captain is obviously asleep, we not disturb him and deposit the box in his room as silently as possible so it's waiting for him when he wakes up..... I swear frivolities involving ink and a quill pen never crossed my mind....." The last sentence of Roy's reasoning was delivered with a sly wink.

As Roy tries the latch, it becomes apparent that the door wasn't quite latched properly, and it creaks open, allowing you to see inside. Mirt's quarters are sumptuously decorated with velvet curtains, gold fittings, and oak panels. A cauldron-sized fishbowl stands along one wall, filled with squirming octopuses. On the opposite wall, a table bears a topographic map of the Sword Coast. Nearer the door, a walk-in wardrobe stands partly open, golden light spilling out from within.

Peering in, you see the Old Wolf himself, sprawled over a giant, leathery bed—and snoring loudly.

Roy gestures to the space on the floor between the map covered desk and chair in the corner.

Zaius grunts under the weight of the crate, he has a build more suitable for gliding through the rigging of a space galleon than lugging heavy boxes around. “Well let’s get on with it.  It is not getting any lighter.  Should we drop it off in the middle of the room then leave?”

(Sorry guys....)

Curiosity overwhelming him, Rel will tiptoe to the wardrobe and peek inside, looking for the source of the golden light...

[Rel, make an Arcana check]

As Rel enters the room, Mirt opens a single bloodshot eye and groans, "Uuuurgh… by Ilmater's buttocks, mah head is explodin'! If ye've come to drop off that thing, just put it on the rug there, open it as quietly as ye can, and let me die in peace." As if to punctuate his order, you seem to hear a strange thump from within the crate.

Rel Arcana 5 rolled in game log

Roy nods acknowledgement at Mirt's directions and then seeing Rel look in the wardrobe shakes his head and gives an "I've got a bad feeling about this" looks.

Gloix tries to urge the others with the box in to follow directions as ordered. 

((the way I read it the telepathic talk would be one to one?  Or maybe able to do more but has to be specifically trying to))

Zaius jumps as he hears the bump from the box they are carrying, but he moves to follow Mirt’s instructions with the others.  As they drop the box on the carpet, he looks at the others and shrugs. “He said to open it” before pulling a crowbar out of his pack and attempting to pry the crate open.

Athletics to open crate: 16.

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[On Thri-kreen telepathy: "transmit your thoughts mentally to willing creatures you can see within 120 feet", creatures plural, so you definitely can talk to more than one person at once; I think you can probably control whether you're "speaking aloud"/"broadcasting" to everyone around you, "whispering" to a single person, or anywhere in between]

Rel squints into the wardrobe but can't really see anything; the whole space seems to be filled with light.

Roy, Gloix and Zaius carry the crate into the room, and as Zaius pries open the crate’s lid, a cacophony of high-pitched squeals emanates from within. Grotesque creatures scuttle into the light: ugly cat-sized monsters with hairy, spiderlike bodies and eel-like heads. Mirt yelps in shock, tumbles from his bed, and lands heavily on the floor, dragging his bedcovers with him.

[Everyone roll initiative!]

[Neogi hatchling initiative: 9]

Zaius recoils back from the creatures spilling from the box, fangs bared.  "Is this what you were expecting?" he calls to Mirt.

Initiative: 14.

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“Sonuva*****!!!!” Roy exclaims backpedaling as creatures exit the opened crate.

Initiative: 23