Drogo sighs before walking in.  "Fools rush in where angels fear to tread..."

Turning to Cobalt, "Many thanks for the shielded rain cover.  Sadly we all still look like drowned rats after that storm broke open.  It seems to be a reoccuring theme today."

"Oh!" Cobalt looks at the robed man with a hint of curiosity. "Sorry for intruding your place, mister . . ." He's surprised by the newly conjured blanked, feeling the softness. "Oh . . .thank you!" He stated, nodding, "But i'm accustomed to the cold, please, save it for who actually needs it." Still, he carefully cleans the water of the rain from his body. He takes a piece of bread, slowly eating it. "Hm, tasty."

Drogomar stand with his jaw hanging open as he tenderly receives his staff and hat.   "Many thanks, sir.  I would be lost without these..."

He strokes the staff gently and a slight glow springs from the wood.  With a nod, he sets it upright and the staff stands on it's own as if planted in place.   This left both hands free to fuss with his mushroom hat, checking for damage and trying it on to make certain it had not shrunk or swollen due to the salty waters or torrential rains.   

Once satified that all was well, Drogomar draped his hat over the upright staff -- the proper place to 'hang one's hat' since etiquette said one should not wear a hat indoors when a guest.

WIth a wide grin, he takes a seat and piles his plate high with various fruits, meats, and ... are there any mushrooms?

 Zerel is suspicious. Nobody in their right mind would trust in this, it's just too convenient.

He holds off on sitting down or eating to try to get a sense of what's going on with the mage.

OOC: Insight 19

"Nonsense! There's no need to apologize!" booms the man in response to Cobalt's apology, "How could I turn away travelers at such an hour? Now, please, refresh yourself!" When Cobalt finishes using the blanket, the man takes it with a grin. He snaps his fingers, and the blanket is gone.

Piles of mushrooms are stacked within arm's reach of Drogomar... portobello mushrooms, oyster mushrooms, button mushrooms... a menagerie of the delectable fungi lie spread across the table, in all shapes and sizes. There's even a kettle filled to the brim with mushroom tea - you can see slices of mushrooms steeping in a dark steaming liquid, the steam from which rises up to the wood-beamed ceiling.

Zerel studies the man's face... his intonations, his posture, all of it. When the man brushes off Cobalt's apology, he does so in the tone a member of the nobility might when expressing insincere concern. It's the tone of a manipulator. You're not sure exactly what's going on, but it's clear that there's something the man isn't letting on. An ulterior motive, perhaps?

Amory takes a seat and a piece of cake. With her Detect Magic still active, she looks closely at the food and attempts to discern whether the conjuration magic used to make the food appear (assuming that is conjuration) still lingers or whether it merely transported the food to the table. She eats the cake no matter what her spell tells her (unless she discovers that the cake is an illusion), figuring that such a powerful mage would not need to resort to poison or magical treachery to harm her. Plus, it would be impolite to refuse, and it all looks so delicious. . .

"Thank you, sir, for your hospitality." Amory says. "It has been years since I have had such a luxurious feast."

As Cobalt finishes his piece of bread, he moves towards a piece of cheese, starting to slowly eat it. "Pardon for my rudeness, but what are you doing in a cabin in the middle of some woods in the void sea?" he asks in curiosity.

Amory notices that the food reeks of conjuration magic... nonetheless, the food is real, and simply may have been transported to the table from a food cellar or similar storage location. "But of course!", answers the man in response to Amory's gratitude, "Eat your fill, I insist!"

Cobalt's question causes the man to hesitate, for just a moment. Then the man responds in a hesitant and solemn tone, "The world moves quite fast nowadays. An old whisker like me needs somewhere to think… somewhere to reflect. I needed solitude. And what better place to find such a hermitage but in the Void Sea? But I'll admit... it hasn't been so quiet lately. Once you're all finished eating, I have a task for the five of you. That is, if you wouldn't mind helping a lonely old man such as myself."

Cobalt felt a bit suspicious. What would a seemingly powerful wizard that can conjure a whole feast need with some Castaways? Hopefully, nothing bad. 

"We can't promise, but we will do our best to repay the kindness you've shown us . . . what exactly is this quest? But before that, would you be so kind to tell us what is this place exactly? the fog is too thick to make out anything."

The man responds to Cobalt, explaining, "This place is, well, a graveyard of sorts. This island, this sea, it is a place for all that has decayed in this world... you are familiar with the mechanics of the Void Sea, are you not?"

Now turning to the rest of you, the man continues, "But before I continue, I believe I must introduce myself. How impolite of me to not have done so already! I am known in the Waking World as Folam the Eternal. As for the quest: there’s a rather… how do I put this? A goblin infestation in the mountain to the north of us. They’ve unearthed something… something that should have stayed hidden. I need you to exterminate these goblins, as they cannot be allowed to continue their excavations. They threaten to destroy the peace I have so painstakingly created here."

Folam's words remind of you of a story you once heard... Cobalt, make a History check.

History check: 21

((Hopefully this is enough ;-; ))

What Cobalt recalls is quite foggy... something about a legend... a myth about how the Void Sea was first created. A childhood tale they would've heard in their youth, perhaps - once, ages upon ages ago, a mysterious object crashed down out of the skies and impacted with the mainland. This object was a monstrosity. An ancient evil. It brought great destruction, but was vanquished... in a sense of the word. Rather, it was trapped, sealed shut to never see the light of day again. Since that age, the Void Sea has sprung up, and grown around the site.

But there was something else... something important that Cobalt seems to be forgetting.

((It's enough for some basic information, haha :D))

Cobalt slowly taps his head as he tries to remember more, but to no avail. What was it he was forgetting? 

Could be . . . this mysterious object is the thing the goblins are after? "I see . . ." The genasi turned towards his companions, wondering if they would help the old man. Cobalt, himself, was inclined to aid, if not to go to the bottom of this mistery

"Folam the Eternal, well met."     Drogomar gives a short bow.   "Thank you for your hospitality and the most marvelous food and drink."

"I fear we have been poor guests; showing up at your doorstep without invitation or announcing our names.   Let me remedy a bit of that situation."

Standing up, Drogomar takes a deep breath.  "I am Drogomar Murgininak - sometimes referred to as Drogomar the Magnificent. Then again, sometimes referred to as 'that short person with the odd mushroom hat.'"   

He gives another bow.  "While you are Eternal, we are not so lucky.  Just that short walk from the beach to your fine abode nearly exhausted us.   This Void does not mix well with mortals."

"oh!" Cobalt just now noticed that they did not introduce themselves. How rude! He clears his throath, putting a hand on his chest, "My name is Cobalt, Druid of the winter lands of the south." He announced, producing a small slow flake on the tip of his finger. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Drogomar! A shame we coudn't introduce orselves in a better situation."

Knowing the food is real, Amory loads up her plate, mostly with cakes and breads.

"I am Amory Lavenza, student of the arcane arts, though I am yet to earn such an impressive epithet as either of yours." Amory nods her head to The Eternal and The Magnificent. She decides not to share the nicknames she had earned, chief among them being "witch."

"I will take on your quest," she declares. "While we are here, your peace is our peace." Amory gladly accepts Folam's offer of shelter and another meal.

"We'll get it done, boss!" Osmund joins in with gusto, mouth already more than half-full. Swallowing after a few more mouthfuls, he raises the question, "Though, how many of these goblins are there? You said they'd infested the mountain - been there long?"

Drogomar gives a slight cough. "Yes, we are inexperienced in the Void.  Dare I ask if one or more of us might be worthy of gaining some experience under your tutelage?"

He pauses for a moment before continuing, "Every scintilla of knowledge we gain is one more bit of advantage toward reaching our (meaning your) goal."