Mercion the fairy dragon whispers to Zeg as the conversation continues: I don't understand anything that's being spoken here. Do you? Are they going to fight us?

The goblins return to intently conversing with each other in their own language again, at some length. Among all the gibberish however, is one single phrase that everyone understands...

E ile ea re'ng lekhetlong lena?
Ke nahana hore e itse ba fumane drakone toreng. E ile ea tšoaroa ha ba e fumana.
Tora ea tebelo e sekametseng? Ha ho motho ea lulang moo. E bua leshano.
Mohlomong. Re ka ba tšoara ho fihlela re netefatsa pale ea bona.
Na e boletse se seng?
E itse ba batla ho e lokolla, mme ya botsa ka senotlolo.
Mohlomong ba lokela ho batla Jingle-Jangle. A ka ba thusa.
Hake! Motho eo oa re mamela. Sheba sefahleho sa hae. Ke polelo ea ea utloisisang.
Ke hobane’ng ha a ne a sa bue ka nako eo?
Ha ke tsebe. Mohlomong o bohlale ebile o bolotsana.
Mo nyefole! Bona hore na o arabela joang!
Haha! Mohopolo o motle.
Hei, motho o mobe!
Na ke ntho e molemo ka ho fetisisa eo u ka e etsang?
Oh, u nahana hore u ka etsa betere?
E, mamela sena. Hey motho! 'M'e oa hau o motenya hoo ha a e-shoa a ea Liheleng, Asmodeus a tlameha ho etsa ...

Translation for Flynn

At this point Navi observed that the hobgoblins seem to have relaxed and even seem to be joking around, so she asks her next question. Why eggs? Their conversation cuts short, and one turns and answers in Sylvan:

Eat. Food.

When Navi points out the owlbear egg, the hobgoblins get excited and speak so quickly to each other that even Flynn can't make out their words. Then one replies:

You want. You pay.

Faelan was about to attack whomever was coming his way, but then they suddenly stopped. Faelan looks around confused. "Can ya people make your mind, for cry out loud?" After a moment of conversation between the Hobgoblins, Faelan also relaxes his posture, and he gets closer to Flynn. "Heya Flyn, they look like they talkin' funny about you doc..." Faelan keeps his scimitar ready, just in case.

A light bulb turn on above Faelan's head. He pokes Flynn with his elbow. "Heya Flynn. Ah've gotta crazy idea." He takes out his tiny wooden lute with cat hairs for strings, then he winks to the Bard. "Ah say we givem' a little bit of a show. To lighten things up. Wanna give this a whirl?"

(If Flynn approves and goes along. Performance: 20)

Otherworldly Glamour - Your fey qualities give you a supernatural charm. Whenever you make a CHA check, you gain a +3 bonus to the check.

Flynn laughs at the joke. "Oh that's a good one"  in common

Nodding to Faelan he pulls out the bird fluts and joins along

Performance: 21

Zeg listens intently as the creatures speak a stilted version of Sylvan.  He then responds to Mercion's question.  "I think they did, but maybe not now."

Zeg then looks up at the one that spoke in Sylvan.

"We friends, help dragon stuck in cage.  Jingle Jangle, who is?  Can help? Has key?"

The little fairy flutters. “How much?”

The combination of Faelan's miniature meowing lute combined with Flynn's bird-song flute breaks down the last of the hobgoblin's suspicions, and they visibly relax and enjoy the genuinely pleasant and enchanting music. Indeed there is some magical quality about the music that seems to facilitate the communication between the two groups, and Zeg and Navi find their questions understood and answered with relative ease.

One of the hobgoblins explains to Zeg that Jingle-Jangle is the name of a female gnome who lives on Telemy Hill, about a day's journey to the 'east' (if such directions have meaning here). Apparently the gnome is obsessed with keys, and the stilt-walking goblinoids believe that if anyone can help unlock the dragon's cave, then it will be JIngle-Jangle. They provide Zeg with sufficient descriptions of intervening landmarks that the owlin feels certain of being able to guide the group to the hill if required. The hobgoblins also give Zeg a brief explanation of the best way to Downfall, which unfortunately also passes through the domain of the troublesome harengon brigands loyal to Agdon Longscarf.

Navi barters with the hobgoblin carrying the owlbear egg, but finds their asking-price difficult to understand, much less meet. The creatures don't seem interested in gold, and in any case, Navi sense that her meagre pouch falls short of their expectations. Rather, they seem interested in trading their eggs for food, and particularly food of a variety that they are unable to attain by their foraging in the swamp. They are especially excited by the idea of 'cake' and declare that they would willingly part with their prize egg for a suitable portion of a well-baked cake - not the small tea-cakes that the pixies nibble on, but a moist, delectable, nicely-iced and well-decorated cake. Finally the hobgoblin offers the fairy a bargain: If Navi can obtain a suitable cake, and make a pinky-promise, then the innate dweomar of the Feywild will honour the agreement and magically transfer ownership of the cake to the hobgoblins and the egg to the fairy...  
(In course of this conversation about food with the stilt-walking hobgoblins, mingled with the music being played by Faelan and Flynn, Navi can't help but recall a moment at the Witchlight Carnival...)

To the right is the Feasting Orchard. Music and mirth continue to radiate from this small park, along with the scents of flowers, mead, and berry pie. Stilt-walkers can be seen plucking fruit from trees; musicians drum, pipe, and strum; and everywhere there is singing, dancing, and an inordinate amount of custard. Navi hears someone announce something about eating 'fairy cakes'. 

"Well, I thank you for your help." Zeg says politely to the hobgoblins,  "That has been most helpful.  We shall free this dragon for sure!" 

When the others are ready to go.  "Let's head for Telemy Hill.  We must free this dragon from this cage. It hurts me and my connection to the land to see one so caged!"

At first Navi reaches into her pack to pull out some of her rations, however she's quickly distracted by a more tastier thought. "Oh! I remember fairy cakes! They were announcing them at the carnival. A cake like that? I wonder where I can get some in a reasonable time." Her wings flutter as she wonders. "Were they what you guys had that eating contest with? Did any of you stash some for pocket snacks, or get a doggy bag?" She looks over at her companions.

Faelan gives Flynn a high five. "That was pretty good!! Man, you killed it!!" If Faelan is able to understand the Hobgoblin's instructions, he will try to keep that in mind on their way to Telemy Hill. "Sorry darlin', ah ain't got no cake." Faelan replies to Navi.

(I don't believe Faelan was at the contest. However, would it be possible that with his time spend with the Carnival, he would have an idea on how to make on? Maybe, at the very least know the ingredients...)

(Zeg was the contestant)

High giving back. "You were very good yourself. Sorry Navi I didn't take andmy of the cakes"

Flynn gives a final twirl of his pipes

(Actually, I had honestly forgotten about this until I read back through the thread, and I admit I didn't make it very clear at the time, but the prize that Zeg received for winning the cupcake-eating contest was actually a magical cupcake! I notice that it doesn't appear in Zeg's inventory, so thought I'd better clarify...)

From Post #131:
Whomever devours the most, will win this spectacular specimen. The hawker holds up a small cupcake, identical to all those on the table, but with some kind of special glittering frosting.

From Post #139:
A half-dozen spectators move forward and lift the little owlin high, as the Master of Ceremonies presents Zeg with the coveted cupcake of champions.

Zeg looks up sharply.  "Wait, yeah I do!  I have one of those cupcakes.  Hold on sec!" Zeg pulls out a pouch that was in his backpack and reaches inside.  A but sheepishly he says "Not sure what kind of shape its in but you are welcome to have it."

He draws out the cupcake and offers it Navi.

As the owlin passes the small and slightly mushed cupcake to the fairy, the hobgoblins seem only mildly interested, until one of them does a double-take and stares more closely at the treat. It gurgles a few words in Goblinish (which although unintelligible have the distinct 'smell' of a divination spell to those with experience in the arcane) upon which the cupcake briefly glows with a soft aura of illusion magic. All the hobgoblins then begin speaking rapidly together, with Flynn comprehending the chatter as excitement over the magical cupcake and conjecture over what magical properties it may possess. In any case, they certainly seem willing to trade the owlbear egg for the magical cupcake, despite its undistinguished size and condition...

Navi’s eyes go big, touched by Zeg offering his winnings. She accepts the cupcake gingerly, then beams at him. “Wanna be the daddy!?!” She chimes. “I bet it’ll have your eyes!” The little fairy grins. Then before he could respond to her she flutters off with a loop and presents the cupcake to the stiltman in exchange for her new baby (egg).

"I'll like to say this is the strangest thing I've seen today but I'm sure it won't be.     Hmmm. The fairy n the owl bear.  Could be a good song ...." Flynn looks both hopeful and crestfallen

"Well, one thing is for sure, ah ain't sitting on top of that thing to hatch." Quips Faelan.

With the stilt-walking hobgoblins satisfied that the group are not kidnapping dragons, and cradling their new magical cupcake, they depart, debating with each other whose turn it is to eat dessert. The group are left alone once again, along with the caged faerie dragon and the unhatched owlbear...

Heading off again in the direction of Telemy Hill, the group travel for an hour or so through the swamp, keeping as much as possible to patches of ground that aren't exactly dry but are the least soggy. The fog continues to roll across the marshy terrain, blocking vision beyond twenty feet or so, causing trees and crumbled walls to appear rather suddenly like uninvited guests.

Faelan's sharp nose is the first to detect an unpleasant smell ahead, and the group soon find themselves in an area of the swamp unlike any yet encountered. Bubbles of all sizes slowly erupt from the muck, growing larger as their oily surfaces shimmer with iridescent waves of rainbow colors. Eventually as each bubble grows to its full capacity, or as the surface touches a twig or blade of grass, it pops, releasing its gas with the sound of stifled laughter. The gas smells strongly of old cheese, and gets up the nose like a dose of smelling salts.

The patch of marsh gas is too wide to avoid, and the only option for Faelan and Flynn is to wade through the area as carefully as possible to avoid popping any marsh gas bubbles. Zeg and Navi can course fly high enough to avoid the gas, but this means losing sight of the ground in the thick fog and potentially losing their way...

Everyone please make a Survival check. Zeg/Navi please decide whether to stay within sight of the ground, or to avoid the bubbles in the fog...

"What a fine smell we've discovered" Flynn grumps

Survival: 4

"Congratulations! You're all daddies now!" Navi declares as she collects her large egg hugging onto it, her limbs possibly not long enough to go all the way around, to carry along. "Okay Faelan, you can be the protective daddy then!" She chatters at them as they go. "Zegg's the sugar daddy, obviously." Having paid for the 'little guy' with a cupcake. "So that means Flynn's the hot daddy!" The little fairy dives into Flynn's pack and helps herself to his bedroll, using it to swaddle her new precious baby egg and tie it to her front like a carrier. "So what are we gunna name them?" She flutters along.

If she's not interrupted, Navi fills the travels through the land with random name blurting, pointing out obvious things she sees as she goes, and requesting Flynn to play a song or sing for the egg. Naturally, she's easily and often distracted along the way. "Ouuu rainbows!" Navi chimes at the shimmery growing bubbles, reaching to go poke at one. When it bursts both literally and in laughter, the little fairy starts to giggle with it until the smell finally hits her nose. Her eyes ping wide and she abruptly gags. She loved cheese, but this mouldy toe cheese was even too much for her refined pallet. "Get it out of my nostrilsssss..." Navi huffs out of her nose and rubs at it, then blooms flowers to plug her nose again. "You like that smell!?" She blinks at Flynn, petting the egg.

"Are you sure you know where you're going? Why not ask for directions?" The fairy's wings flutter and glow.

(Navi stays close to her ground bound companions.)
Survival: 19 + Guidance: 2