Franz follows everyone, walking dreamily along to the room indicated, a smile on his face.

Dril is having a quiet giggle at a lawn ornament until Finch gives him a nudge. Looking around, Dril is the last of the party still out front so he enters, assuming that's where everyone went. 

Arriving inside, Nean covers his eyes with his hands, thinking that the hall is yet another effect of the nectar. He remains quiet and waits for the others to move as his stomach growls again and the pain slightly intensifies.

You're ushered down a hall and into the tea room. Like the rest of the house, this is decorated in a kaleidoscope of different colors, fabrics, and patterns. Shelves and end tables are laden with ornate lamps, figurines, houseplants and other knickknacks. There are several chairs and a sofa, all of different color and design. The walls are hung with paintings, mostly abstract works and landscapes. The Lady sits down in one of the chairs and waits for you all to make yourself comfortable. "Sooo tell me about yourselves! What are your names? Where are you from?" she asks excitedly. Not long after you sit down, a bizarre entity hovers into the room. A mauve-skinned creature, rotund, with one massive opalescent eye in the center of its bulk, and 6 more smaller eyes perched on eyestalks that writhe like a living crown on top of it. Three plates of food and one with a tea kettle and cups are balanced on it's four tentacles, and it places all of them down deftly before pouring everyone a cup of tea. "Ah, thank you Emerson. Please, everyone, eat up! I promise it'll help with the nectar." Emerson drifts back to where it came from silently, tentacles slowly twirling beneath it. Meanwhile Finch wastes no time in loading up a plate with food and digging in. There's an assortment of bread, from slices with various spreads to glistening buttered rolls, a plate of exotic looking fruit and vegetables, a plate of triangle sandwiches, seemingly pressed and warm with melting cheese and savory meat, and finally a plate of cookies, tiny cakes, and chocolates.

Dril is disturbed with the sight of Emerson. Like a deja vu or the faint memory of an old nightmare, Dril is chilled. Gathering himself, He straightens up and reaches first for a roll, "Thank you so much for the hospitality, it is beyond our wildest imagination. I am Dril Moar, a student at Balkinglade College in Solacus." Smiling politely while casually tearing off and eating pieces. 

History check for Dril to know anything about Emerson, at disadvantage 'cuz the nectar:18

Franz bows to the Lady to introduce himself, but looses his balance and falls back into one of the chairs.

"My name is Franz Harrington, hair to the Harrington estate and vineyards, of Five Town. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Franz finishes his bow in his seat.

On seeing the hot tea, Franz pours a cup for himself, holds the cup to his nose and takes in a deep satisfied breathe.

"Ahh, wonderful."

Franz takes a tentative sip, letting out a contented sigh, and slipping deeper into his seat.

"Thank you greatly for your hospitality."

Ospos elaborates on Dril's answer, "We are all from a city called Solacus.  It is hard to provide more explanation, as we do not know where we are or where Solacus is from here."

As of right now, Nean is so far in over his head that even Emersons appearance doesn't shock him anymore. "Call me Nox, I'm from Solacus just like the rest of this bunch." A strong growling can be heard from his side. "I am so sorry, but may I use one of your bathrooms?" He's trying to preserve the smile but is quite busy to suppress other noises and he did not manage to get his hands on any of the food or drinks yet.

"Oh, of course, there's one just off the foyer, the door next to those stairs on the right." she explains. "So, Solacus. You all are from the Lost Lands. The Prime Mterial Plane. Splendid! You're in the Feywild now, another world completely, though close to yours. Do you know much of the different planes? I know information on them is so limited where you're from. I assume you found your way here accidentally. Was it by a portal? Where is it?" she asks, excitement edging into her voice.

Dril: Just based on its strange, alien appearance, you gather that this creature is some sort of aberration, some unfathomable entity who’s origins are eldritch and esoteric. There are some commonly known aberrations, such as beholders, which this creature resembles, but you know that beholders are fearsome and would never be found in service to another being, unless that being was incredibly powerful.

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"Oh, of course, there's one just off the foyer, the door next to those stairs on the right." she explains. "So, Solacus. You all are from the Lost Lands. The Prime Mterial Plane. Splendid! You're in the Feywild now, another world completely, though close to yours. Do you know much of the different planes? I know information on them is so limited where you're from. I assume you found your way here accidentally. Was it by a portal? Where is it?" she asks, excitement edging into her voice.

 

 Ospos is immediately suspicious of the line of questioning. "We did come through a portal, but it was in our world and we could not go back once here.  Hence why we are here still and lost.  In fact, my first question to you will be, do you know of any way, even stories, of how we could possibly go home?"

"We were helpless! We had no choice and we have no way of getting back, not that we would trade this place for our previous setting but..."

Nean excuses himself and gets up from the table. He slowly leaves the tea room and walks back to the foyer to find the toilet. On his way there, he tries to watch out or rather listen if theres any other creature in the house.

Perception: 18

(Duhhhh)

Franz sits contentedly in his chair with his warm cup of tea.

He is only half listening to everyone, as the euphoria slowly wear off and the comfort of the warm tea fills him.

He looks like he could fall asleep at any moment.

Ospos, Dril, Liafial: The Lady reclines, cup of tea in one hand, and looks off wistfully into the distance. "I see. I myself have traveled to many planes, but not the Prime Material. My daughter is there, stolen from me long ago. I've researched, tried tirelessly to find a way to travel there. There are ways, little tears in the Riftlock, ancient artifacts that can poke through, but they are rare. Unless you're a Bounder." her words take on a bitter edge at the mention. "Interplanar police, militant and uncompromising. They seek out those loopholes and eradicate them. Whichever way you managed to get here, they are likely already aware, possibly tracking you down now." she says, matter-of-fact.

Nean: So focused on your present predicament, you can't really focus on listening out for any other inhabitants. You don't even hear the sounds of Emerson.

Ospos, alarmed, asks, "These Bounders exist in each plane, or they can travel across the planes?"

"Their order dates back to the creation of the Riftlock, so they alone can traverse freely across it. Their base is hidden somewhere on the material plane, but they have agents across the entire multiverse. They possess riftstones, arcane devices that let them jump from one plane to the next with ease, even across the lock." She looks thoughtful for a moment. "I'm not sure if it would work... but maybe if you all could take one of these stones... you'd be able to get home!"

"What's so bad about travelling to other planes? Why would the Bounders care so much about anyone getting past the riftlock?

Once he reaches the bathroom, Nean drops his sickish behaviour. He does feel a little ill, but its not quite as bad. He takes a look around and will try to reach the sink to gulp down some water.

 Dril: She laughs softly. "I couldn't tell you. They're fanatical, holding on to ancient edicts that really just don't apply to the current world. You'll see, when you encounter them. Just keep your wits about you. If there's any way to secure one of those stones... well... I'd just give anything to see my daughter again." Tears well up in her eyes, threatening to roll down her freckled cheeks. She dabs them away before they do. "Come now, you all must be exhausted. You're more than welcome to stay here, there are plenty of rooms. Take your pic." She stands and moves back towards the foyer, gesturing for you to follow. "We can talk more in the morning, I'd love to learn more about Solacus."

Nean: Easily enough, you find your way to the bathroom. The walls are painted a grassy green with metallic gold stripes, and decorated with paintings similar to those in the rest of the house.